I look all around–
but still I can not see –
the owner of the voice–
which calls to me–
the wind is blowing sure–
but I thinks it’s something more–
I can not put my finger–
on obscurities–

Chorus
I don’t count myself lucky anymore–
too many things have happened –
to change my mind–
in the middle of it all I control my future–
and when someone does me good–
I return in kind–

things are getting strange –
or better all the time–
but it’s still a wicked and cruel world–
we all live in–
the echo still it sounds–
but now is fading out–
maybe someone with my name–
knows somebody–

I don’t count myself lucky anymore–
too many things have happened –
to change my mind–
in the middle of it all I control my future–
and when someone does me good–
I return in kind–

I‘m not a slave to vanity–
‘cause inside that isn’t me–
whenever I talk to someone–
I am still myself–
what‘s obvious to me –
is how wonderful it seems–
when someone offends you –
then offers retraction–

I don’t count myself lucky anymore–
too many things have happened –
to change my mind–
in the middle of it all I control my future–
and when someone does me good–
I return in kind–