I received an invitation;
'Come to the United Nations.'
That was when I was somebody.
In my own time.

Sitting selling hot cross buns,
Thousand suckers everyone.
Sounds like a nursery rhyme.
In my own time.

Even when the lights go out.
Still got things to think about.
Memories I can't call mine.
In my own time.
My own time.
My own time.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BARRY GIBB, ROBIN HUGH GIBB