Lyrics Pieces Of Mind - Jack Bruce

Pieces Of Mind

I’m going to make it by myself
It is the young man who still lives at home
I’m going to make it on my own
It is the greyhead who can only moan
I’m going to cut off all my ties
I’m going to wipe out all the lies
I’m going to leave the old disguises —
I’m leaving my home, the simple land
I’m handing myself a helping hand
Heading into he storm
I’m going to get there by myself
It is the hero breaking up the house
I’m going to make the morning train
I’m going to take whatever time allows
I’ve got my maps and my guitar
Let my old friends prop up the bar
Although the pst becomes a dear thing —
Six inches of soil, left behind
Sun that used to smile, never mind
Heading into the storm
I’m going to make it by myself
There has to be a time and place to say it
I’m going to stand up on my own
If there’s a pace then I’m the one to stay it
I hear the voices from the sea
They say the world’s the place for me
I’ve got to leave my old disguises —
I’m leaving my home, simple land
I’m handing myself a helping hand
Heading into the storm…