I hear some people been talkin' me down   Bring up my name, pass it 'round   They don't mention the happy times   They do their thing, I'll do mine      Ooh, baby, that's hard to change   I can't tell them how to feel   Some get stoned, some get strange   Sooner or later, it all gets real      Walk on, walk on   Walk on, walk on      I remember the good old days   Stayed up all night gettin' crazed   Then the money was not so good   But we still did the best we could      Ooh, baby, that's hard to change   I can't tell them how to feel   Some get stoned, some get strange   Sooner or later, it all gets real      Walk on, walk on   Walk on, walk on   Walk on, walk on