So here we are once again. Sleeping on the bridges in the rain. Under the nude sky again. I hear the rumble of the train. Another city to refuse, Another bout of those hopeless wandering blues. You know we've still got one more chance to lose. Do what's True, True to you. Don't let the world tell you what to do. There's no wrong. Travel on. Do what's True, True to you. Another Corner and it's gone. But I still got a beat up guitar to play my songs. Silence here is tried and true; Only falsehood would a verbal message do, And I've got nothing left to say. One hesitation would be to waste the day. Onward, Onward to futures sunny and stray. As they say. Do what's True, True to you. Don't let the world tell you what to do. There's no wrong. Travel on. Do what's True, True to you. The global money market race: Upon earth it brings it's own disgrace, And we stand laughing in it's face. Pledging defiance to the cutthroats and the haste. With little more to survive, As we turn our paths to the side. For those that will not walk along the road we have only pride outside Do what's True, True to you. Don't let the world tell you what to do. There's no wrong. Travel on. Do what's True, True to you. Don't let the world tell you what to do. There's no wrong. Travel on. Do what's True, True to you.