If I looked and act The years on my face I see some-thousand heart-aches Stretching across the great void Trying to summon a voice If I could turn back The Black Hands of Time I would not just live my life As I had done in the past I could be clean at last How would you like To live a charmed life Know I feel deep in my breast Hungry and mighty unrest And I've grown tired of the strain And I am weary and drained I know that I will not change I know that I will not change I know that I can not change