In this life, in this life, in this life 
We leave a trail that's far and wide 
Good or bad, bad or good 
Our memories decide 

There are some places where I've been 
Where you can still see the wounds 
Think to myself as I look at the scars 
Just who do you think you are 

Innocent, innocent no more 
I saw what I saw and I shut the door 
Innocent, innocent no more 
I knew it was wrong but I did it some more 

In '78 I went through a rude spell 
I knew it was fate, but I couldn't really tell 
I thought that this was the way it was always gonna be 
I hated everyone and everyone hated me 

In '88 I went through a great spell 
I knew it was fate, but I couldn't really tell 
I knew that this was the way I wanted it to be 

Every action has a reaction 
Every life has a life to lead 
Every human needs a fancy reason 
Why they should live or breathe 

I sit here feeling sorry for myself 
For one thing or another 
I'm trying hard to blame somebody else 
For the miseries that I've discovered 

I make a wish over a boiling cauldron 
That I pass only strengths onto the children 
And may the spirit move me to laugh and to sing 
And I won't be drowned by the little things 

Until the day when there are no more desires 
And I put out all my little fires 
There's nothing left but a wishful song 
And there will be no right or wrong 

Until that day, until that day, until that day 
Sights and sounds they'll get to me