Tekstovi: David Sneddon. Seven Years Ten Weeks. OK.

It takes forever to convince them that you're who you say you are.
They like to judge you
But you know they'll only do it from afar
You know there's something to always push you on.
Blows keep comin' at ya
Life don't seem to care for you at all
You know there's somethin' that keeps you movin' on
You keep on movin'
Even though you know you're heading for a fall

Now I know where I'm going
And I know where I'm coming from
Now I know where I'm going
Doesn't really matter what you say
Hit me with your best shot
Y'know I'm gonna be okay!

You're in the gutter
But there's part of you that's starin' at the stars
If they had their way you'd be singing on the street and working bars
Then they're on your side
You can do no wrong
If they don't hurt you now
How come you use them for another song??
Your eyes are open now
You know what to believe
And suddenly it's all about that song and pulling on a sleeve...!


Now I know where I'm going
And I know where I'm coming from
Now I know where I'm going
Doesn't really matter what you say
Hit me with your best shot
Y'know I'm gonna be okay-ay-ay...
Okay...

Now I know where I'm going
And I know where I'm coming from
Now I know where I'm going
Doesn't really matter what you say
Hit me with your best shot
Y'know I'm gonna be okay!

Now I know where I'm going
And I know where I'm coming from
Now I know where I'm going
Doesn't really matter what you say
Hit me with your best shot
Y'know I'm gonna be okay!