I can't help thinking that I should be singing the blues I got me a guitar and a pair of blue suede shoes But my woman ain't left me and the engineer's really okay I could be shouting but I got nothing to say But it's really up to me I'm sinking the sea My mojo ain't working and the jukebox is playing my tune I wanna start dancing but I don't wanna enter the room It's no use pretending I'm way out of step I can shake a leg and see what I can get But it's really up to me It's up to me It's up to me It's up to me I'm standing at the crossroads considering which way I should go I could speed up the highway and cruise down the byway real slow If I'm heading for nowhere I can get there real fast Or I can savor the moment and get my journey to last But it's really up to me I'm sinking the sea I woke up this morning with nothing at all on my mind Which got me kind of anxious that I'm not the worrying kind Was there something I was missing or was it under control? But I've got a nasty feeling that I've sold the devil my soul But its really up to me It's down to you It's up to me It's down to you It's up to me It's down to you It's up to me It's down to you It's up to me It's down to you It's up to me It's down to you It's down to you