I hear some people
been talkin´ me down,
Bring up my name,
pass it ´round.
They don´t mention
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
gettin´ 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