What I Want Is What

I Swear By Now I'm Playing Time Against My Troubles I'm Coming Slow But Speeding

I Was Regularly Advised Not To Go Into Music, That I Should Give Up That Foolish Dream.

Dark Clouds May Hang On Me Sometimes, But I'll Work It Out.

I Walk Into This Room All Eyes On Me Now But I Do Not Know The People Inside Look Straight Through Me These Eyes Seeking More Wisdom Than I Have To Give Away

I Find Sometimes It's Easy To Be Myself, Sometimes I Find It's Better To Be Somebody Else.