I am Duncan Macleod, born 400 years ago in the Highlands of Scotland. I am Immortal, and I am not alone. For centuries, we have waited for the time of the Gathering when the stroke of a sword and the fall of a head will release the power of the Quickening. In the end, there can be only one.
What ever happened to predictability? The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV. Everywhere you look, everywhere you go, there’s a heart, a hand to hold onto. Everywhere you look, everywhere you go. There’s a face of somebody who needs you.
Everywhere you look, when you’re lost out there and you’re all alone, a light is waiting to carry you home, Everywhere you look. Everywhere you look.
People let me tell you ’bout my best friend, he’s a warm-hearted person who’ll love me till the end. People let me tell you ’bout my best friend, he’s a one boy cuddly toy, my up, my down, my pride and joy. People let me tell you ’bout him he’s so much fun whether we’re talkin’ man to man or whether we’re talking son to son. Cause he’s my best friend. Yes he’s my best friend.
