As I was walking down
The Jacksonville street
I met a young bearded boy
With sandals on his feet
I smiled and I asked him
"How you doing, son?"
And he said, "What's it to you, man?
I'm nobody's son
It ain't my world
And it ain't my time
My songs won't sing
And my words won't rhyme
It ain't my day
And it ain't my way"
I turned around
And he was gone
Suddenly I find
He has left behind
A portion of his mind
On the pathway of my life
I heard a woman cry
"Oh, how can this be?
My son is in the distant land
Protecting you and me
Why did I suffer childbirth
Just to throw it all away?
My son don't even know you
But he may die for you today
It ain't my world
And it ain't my time
My songs won't sing
And my words won't rhyme
It ain't my day
And it ain't my way"
I turned around
And she was gone
Suddenly I find
She has left behind
A portion of her mind
On the pathway of my life
I ran into a man
All withered and old
He smiled up at me
With a mouth full of gold
And I smiled and I asked him
"How you doing, old man?"
"Well, I'm doing about as well
As an old man can
It ain't my world
And it ain't my time
My songs won't sing
And my words won't rhyme
It ain't my day
And it ain't my way"
I turned around
And he was gone
Suddenly I find
He has left behind
A portion of his mind
On the pathway of my life
It ain't my world
And it ain't my time
My songs won't sing
And my words won't rhyme
It ain't my day
And it ain't my way