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
Nothing
What can I do?
I used to play my guitar with a smile on my face
Now everything
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?
Nothing
Nothing
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 and noone is there
It
Lockin
Oh, come let me in, I
What can I do?
What can I do?
Nothing
Nothing
What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do?
What?