What Can I Do - Smokie

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 to say but it used to be, 
Nothing to say but it used to be, 
What can I do. 

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 to say but it used to be, 
Nothing to say but 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. 
Lokin´ key inside 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 to say but 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.