I go, down the beaten track Along the with an empty bag At the end she said to me: Why are you here, with the autumn leaves?
'Cause this is my life, my friend, and this is my time to stand this is my life, friend, and I can't be no one else
I'm done, tipping on my toes Strike an iron and attack my soul Misty youre gonna see I've got you blues to get on my feet
'Cause this my life, my friend, and this is my time to stand 'Cause this is my life, my friend, and I can't be no one else
I dont wanna run; I dont wanna fight I wanna hide; I just wanna stay free, to be me I dont win; I dont wanna lose I dont wanna play; I just wanna remember, oh my name
'Cause this is my my friend, and this is my time to stand Oh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
('Cause this is my life, my friend, and this is my time to stand) 'Cause this is my life, friend, and I can't be no one else 'Cause this is my life, my friend, and I can't be no else 'Cause this is my life, my friend