To smoke a cigarette or jam on the brakes
 I nearly had it in my hands and now it's gone
 Am I complaining 'bout by luck again?
 Well it seems to me I was the one
 Stood moaning in the morning sun
 And now it doesn't matter much wherever I may roam
 I keep feeling, feeling my way home

 Now you see me, now you don't
 You say you will but I know you won't
 You nearly had me in your hands but now I'm gone
 But not complaining 'bout my life again
 No siree, and what I've got belongs to me entirely
 I look left and I look right and I cross this road alone
 'Cos I'm feeling my way
 I may go up, I may go down but wherever I may roam
 I keep feeling my way home

 Shall I explain away my life again?
 Well it seems to me it's too far gone
 To wonder where it all went wrong
 I get up and I get down but I get there on my own
 And I'm feeling my way
 I look left and I look right and I cross this road alone
 'Cos I'm feeling my way home