Going my own way gives me a thrill, until I take a spill - oh, what a kill,
Going my own way, I have to flag a ride out to the end of the road, where I've already died,
But if you pick me up, you need to dust me off, 'cause I'm low-down, dirty, good-for-nothing, I thought,
If you pick me up, you need to carry me, 'cause I'm damaged, naked, blind; I cannot see, no, I cannot see,
Going my own way; it's such a colourful ride, where my heart spells out my crimes in living black and white,
Going my own way I can't get my fill,
I need to know your will, I need to know your will,
'Cause it's a crowded road, it's a lost highway where you still carry your load at the end...at the end...at the end of the day,
But if I take your trail, I can lose that weight,
Shed it off, shake it out, move it on, move it out,
Get it off, get it out.
If I take your trail, I am bound to fail in the eyes of this world, where what a man does is what a man's worth,
But it's worth it all if I can look you in the face at the end of this road, at the end of this place,
And I bust my butt; they may say I'm nuts, but I'm nuts for you,
I am nuts for you, I get nuts for you - it's what you'd have me to do,
I'll be a nut for you, oh, nuts for you,
I'm nuts for you, that's right.
