| Go back to the time | |
| when I was only nine | |
| We listen to the tune | |
| each and every afternoon | |
| I feel the music inside of me | |
| okay, I knew, what to do | |
| I practice all the time | |
| and I hope to make it mine | |
| hope to make it mine | |
| Day after day I sit in my room and play | |
| Day after day I try to make my way | |
| Day after day I sit in my room and play | |
| Day after day I try to make my way, my way, my way | |
| All my life singing and shouting | |
| never ever got in you | |
| All my life singing and shouting | |
| never ever got in you | |
| Never lose time | |
| I open up my mind | |
| reaches up my soul | |
| and let the songs go | |
| I feel the music inside of me | |
| Okay, I knew, what to do | |
| I practice all the time | |
| and I hope to make it mine | |
| hope to make it mine | |
| Day after day I sit in my room and play | |
| Day after day I try to make it my way | |
| Day after day I sit in my room and play | |
| Day after day I try to make it my way, my way, my way, my way | |
| All my life singing and shouting | |
| never ever got in you | |
| All my life singing and shouting | |
| never ever got in you |