Walk On

I hear some people been talking me down

Bring up my name, pass it around

They don't mention the happy times

They do their thing

I'll do mine

Ooh, baby, that's hard to change

I can't tell them how to feel

Some get stoned

Some get strange

But sooner or later it all gets real

Walk on

Walk on

Walk on

Walk on

I remember the good old days

Stayed up all night, getting crazed

Then the money was not so good

But we still did the best we could

Ooh, baby, that's hard to change

I can't tell them how to feel

Some get stoned

Some get strange

But sooner or later it all gets real

Walk on

Walk on

Walk on

Walk on

Walk on

Walk on