I'm gonna make my own way,
I'm gonna head downtown,
Walk around, settle down,
Find me a proper drink.
Don't need a helmet
To get me through life,
I walk across the water,
Blame it on foolish pride.

Lifting me up,
Tearing me down,
All you give me is indecision
the classic run-around.
Bringing me higher,
Keeping me whole,
Now I feel like I'm living
Living in a Dust Bowl.