What Can I Do

Every dream that I dream seems to float on By. Like a cloud in the wind Way up in the sky. Every move that I make seems to be the Wrong way. Like a cold black night after a summer day. Yeah, what can I do? What can I do? Nothing's the same as it used to be. Nothing's the same as it used to be. What can I do? Used to play my guitar with a smile on My face. Now everything's changed, my whole life's Rearranged. From the day I was born, Saddle Jinx was My name. Though I tried and I tried, That name still remains. What can I do? What can I do? Nothing's the same as it used to be. Nothing's the same as it used to be. What can I do? What can I do? What I do? What What can I do? What, What, What, what, What, what.