Going My Way


I don’t want to play
Your society games
I don’t even want to remember.
I just want to say,
I’m not admiring your aims
I am going away in September

With the wind in my back
And the sun in my neck
I’ll be riding the waves
Of tomorrow
Leaving you sit
With your aims and your games
I’m so tired of seeing your sorrow

And if I return
I’ll drop you a line
And maybe we’ll spend some time together
You’ll tell me your problems
And Ill try hide mine
We’ll just laugh
Come on
Doesn’t matter