I hear some people been talking down
Bring up my name, pass it around
They don't mention the happy times
They do their thing, I 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 ole days
Stayed up all night getting crazed
Then the money was not good
But we still did the best we could
Walk on, walk on
Walk on, walk on
“ Walk on ”
Neil Young