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's the same as it used to be,
Nothing's the same as it used to be.
What can I do...
[I] used to play my guitar
With a smile on my face,
Now everything's changed
My whole life's rearranged.
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's the same as it used to be,
Nothing's the same as it used to be.
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
But no one's there,
It's a ghost of my life
Bringing past tense to mind.
Lock and key here ties me
From the freedom and sin.
Oh, come let me in,
I'll start all over again.
What can I do,
What can I do.
Nothing's the same as it used to be,
No no no no no no no no no...
What can I do...
What... can I do...
What... can I do...
What...