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.