Every dream that I dream    
seems to float on by
Like a cloud in the wind
Way up in the sky
Every move that I make
seems to be the wrong way
Like a cold black night
After a summer day
What can I do
What can I do
Nothing to say but it used to be
Nothing to say but it used to be
what can I do
Used to play my guitar
With a smile on my face
Now everything's changed
My whole life's rearranged>
>From the day I was born
sidle Jinks was my name
Though I tried and I tried
>That name still remains
What can I do...What can I do,
What can I do, What can I do
What can I do
I hear voices all singing
but no one is there
It's a ghost of my life
Bringing past tense to mind
Lokin' key inside me
from the freedom and sin [bad word] let me inI'll star
all over againWhat can I do...