Stewart Copeland

You walk I'll run And follow right behind you You call I'll come And I won't remember where I come from Over there At the end of the bar This fish keeps swimming In a jar I feel A tug on the line Which end Will I be on this time? Don't box me in Don'

When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?" Here's what she said to me: "Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will b