I'm hanging on to my peace of mind I just don't know The apple of my eye Oh, I just don't know, no, no, no, no Singing like a nightingale Coming my way Down along that devastation trail I'm hanging on to those good times, baby Just want to let them roll

Lower than deep, oh Doing it wrong, oh Anywhere you want Singing along, oh I'm higher than high, oh And singing along, oh Did they tell you, you should grow up When you wanted to dream. Did they warn you, better shape up