So many questions asked of meAll the same answers that I've always givenIt's still the same to meSo many predictions of my faithDon't concern yourself with itIt's not for you, it was never for you to sayI'm saying it's right, I'm saying it's wrongIt's just the way I chose to goI'm saying it's wrongNow I sit back and think aboutThe last ten years, I think I finally figured it outI figured it outIt's what's in front of meSo I'll just go on being meIt won't be hard, I'll just stay on the path I choseThere's no reason that I can't keep on keeping onSo concern yourself with itIt's not for you, it was never for you to sayI'm saying it's right, I'm saying it's wrongIt's just the way I chose to goI'm saying it's wrongNow I sit back and think aboutThe last ten years, I think I finally figured it outWhen I decided to keep my windshield cleanSo that I can sayIt's what's in front of meEntertained too manyDistractions and vices alreadyI feel my blood is running coldFree up my soulFor other things to comeI get distracted by themEntertained too manyFree up my soulEntertained too manyFree up my soulFor other things to come