Breezin', rest his head on a pillow made of concrete Oh yeah, oh feelin' maybe he'll feel a little better on Saturdays Oh head down, faces that he sees don't work anythin' for me Oh don't worry, he can't help when he's happy, looks insane Oh yeah, oh feelin' maybe he'll feel a little better on Saturdays Even so, off the road like motorbikes Oh he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah Oh it's not the end, it'll begin his life again Life again, life again, leave him Lookin' through the paper though he doesn't know to read Oh prayin' after something that has never shown him anything Oh feelin' understands the weather of the winter thrown his way Oh feelin' feelin' far between all illegal, all the same Even so, off the road like motorbikes Oh he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah Oh it's not the end, it'll begin his life again Whisperin' hands, tellin' him away In my way, in my way In my way, in my way In my way, in my way Even so, off the road like motorbikes Oh he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah Oh it's not the end, it'll begin his life again Whisperin' hands, tellin' him away In my way, in my way In my way, in my way