In this life, in this life, in this life
We leave a trail that's far and wide
Good or bad, bad or good

Our memories decide

There are some places where I've been

Where you can still see the wounds
Think to myself as I look at the scars
Just who do you think you are


Innocent, innocent no more
I saw what I saw and I shut the door

Innocent, innocent no more
I knew it was wrong but I did it some more


In '78 I went through a rude spell
I knew it was fate, but I couldn't really tell
I thought that this was the way it was always gonna be

I hated everyone and everyone hated me

In '88 I went through a great spell

I knew it was fate, but I couldn't really tell
I knew that this was the way I wanted it to be


Every action has a reaction
Every life has a life to lead
Every human needs a fancy reason

Why they should live or breathe

I sit here feeling sorry for myself

For one thing or another
I'm trying hard to blame somebody else
For the miseries that I've discovered


I make a wish over a boiling cauldron
That I pass only strengths onto the children

And may the spirit move me to laugh and to sing
And I won't be drowned by the little things


Until the day when there are no more desires
And I put out all my little fires
There's nothing left but a wishful song

And there will be no right or wrong

Until that day, until that day, until that day

Sights and sounds they'll get to me