Smokie — What Can I Do?

I hear voices all singing, But no one's there... It's the ghost of my life, Bringing past tense to mind. Lock and key here ties me From the freedom and sin.

From the day I was born Title Jinx was my name. Though I tried and I tried, That name still remained.

Every dream that I dream Seems to float on by Like a cloud in the wind Way up in the sky. Every move that I make Seems to be the wrong way Like a cold black night After a summer's day.