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
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
Sooner or later it all gets real

Walk on, walk on
Walk on, walk on
Walk on, walk on