Question-time that says I brought dishonour
My head´s bowed in shame
It seems that I´ve blackened the family name
Mother says that she can´t stand the neighbours´ talking

I´ve gotta pack my bags, leave this home, start walking, yeah

I´m guilty
I wish that I was sorry this time
I wish that I could pay for my crime

I can´t help thinking about me
I can´t help thinking about me
I can´t help thinking about me

Remember when we used to go to church on Sundays
I lay awake at night, terrified of school on Mondays

Oh, but it´s too late now
I wish I was a child again
I wish I felt secure again

I can´t help thinking about me
I can´t hеlp thinking about me
I can´t help thinking about me

As I pass a rеcreation ground
I remember my friends, always be found

And I can´t, I can´t help thinking about me
I can´t help thinking about me
I can´t help thinking about me

Now I leave them all in the never-never land
The station seems so cold, the ticket´s in my hand
My girl calls my name, "Hi, Dave
Drop in, see you around, come back
If you´re this way again"

Oh, I´m on my own
I´ve got a longer way to go
I hope I make it on my own

I can´t help thinking about me
I can´t help thinking about me
I can´t help thinking about me
I can´t help thinking about me
I can´t help thinking about me