On My Way
I'm on my way.
You know I'd really love
To stay
And talk awhile,
But we have talked
And walked
One million miles.
I don't need your therapy;
No strange philosophy.
I'll dig down, deep inside,
And pull me out some pride.
[Chorus]
Hey, I'm on my way.
It's been five long years,
And it's getting kind of late.
Now I've got no time to waste.
I'm on my way.
I'm on my way.
I've pulled my feet
Out of the clay,
And I feel fine,
So don't you try my patience;
Twist my mind.
I don't need your therapy;
No strange philosophy.
I'll dig down,
Deep inside,
And pull me out some pride.
[Chorus x 2]
Writer/s: Luba
