My Own Space - Steve Miller Band

Sittin' high on a hillside takin' in all the growth

Time to throw away my problems

Cause I made 'em up myself

So I took all those worries, put 'em up on a shelf

And headed on down to the sea shore

Clouds slowly passin' as I walked on the sand

I picked up a seashell and I made up my plan

I could feel the spirit of life in my hand

As I reached my destiny

Whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa

I feel free

Whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa

Where I can have my own space

I walked on the beach in the early morn

I ran on the sand till I could breathe no more

I stood on a rock looking out at the sea

And believed what I said when I said