In my mind’s eye a plantationnIn the clearing is a platform stationnIn the distance is a kingdomnInto the frontline is how I am comingnThey say in war all is fairnI am headed to the fieldnIn spite of my conditionnnCHORUSnWhatever you thoughtnWhatever you thoughtnYou know I told younThat I couldn’t stopnWhatever you thoughtnWhatever you thoughtnYou know I told younThat I couldn’t stopnnThrough the desert out to the seanWeather-beaten through all four seasonsnThere is love in my creationnI’ve come back for all the right reasonsnThat ain’t your castlenYou’re not a queennThat isn’t yoursnYou’re so busy there protectingnnCHORUSnnAll this beauty’s sticky sweetnThis naughty world is due for a good deednGive me your poor tired huddled massesnBring the head of a mule and my glassesnSing that lonesome high melodynRumble young man but rumble behind mennCHORUS