When the princes and peasants
Each look back at you the same,
When a friend that you've known before
Can't quite recall your name,
When each morning there's a cloudy sky
That keeps the sun from showing
Then you'll know you are your own.
Sometimes that's all that keeps you going.
'Neath the chimneys and the rooftops
of the village safe and sound,
No one sees the faces or hears the feet
That walk the morning ground,
And the stillness of the alleys
And the highways keeps a-growing
Then you'll know you are your own.
Sometimes that's all that keeps you going.

Through the dampness of the dawn
Down by the road you walk alone,
And you think on the days when you had laughed
Or all the love you've known
But your head is now avoiding thoughts
Of times you'll soon be knowing
Then you'll know you are your own.
Sometimes that's all that keeps you going.