I received an invitation; 
`Come to the United Nations.` 
That was when I was somebody. 
In my own time. 

Sitting selling hot cross buns, 
Thousand suckers ev`ryone. 
Sounds like a nurs`ry rhyme. 
In my own time. 

Even when the lights go out. 
Still got things to think about. 
Memories I can`t call mine. 
In my own time. 
My own time. 
My own time.