All it took was the time it takes To smoke a cigarette or jam on the brakes I nearly had it in my hands and now it's gone Am I complaining 'bout my luck again? Well it seems to me I was the one Stood moaning in the morning sun And now it doesn't matter much wherever I may roam I keep feeling, feeling my way home
Now you see me, now you don't You say you will but I know you won't You nearly had me in your hands but now I'm gone But not complaining 'bout my life again No sirree, and what I've got belongs to me entirely I look left and I look right and I cross this road alone 'Cos I'm feeling my way I may go up, I may go down but wherever I may roam I keep feeling my way home
Shall I explain away my life again? Well it seems to me it's too far gone To wonder where it all went wrong I get up and I get down but I get there on my own And I'm feeling my way I look left and I look right and I cross this road alone 'Cos I'm feeling my way homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
