My Own Space — текст песни (Steve Miller)

Sittin high on a hillside takin in all the growth

Time to throw away my problems

Cause I made em up myself

So I took all those worries, put em up on a shelf

And headed on down to the sea shore



Clouds slowly passin as I walked on the sand

I picked up a seashell and I made up my plan

I could feel the spirit of life in my hand

As I reached my destiny



Whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa

I feel free

Whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa

Where I can have my own space



I walked on the beach in the early morn

I ran on the sand till I could breathe no more

I stood on a rock looking out at the sea

And believed what I said when I said

I feel free



Whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa

I feel free

Whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa

Where I can have my own space