When the princes and peasants Each look back at you the same, When a friend that you've known before Can't quite recall your name, When each morning there's a cloudy sky That keeps the sun from showing Then you'll know you are your own. Sometimes that's all that keeps you going. 'Neath the chimneys and the rooftops of the village safe and sound, No one sees the faces or hears the feet That walk the morning ground, And the stillness of the alleys And the highways keeps a-growing Then you'll know you are your own. Sometimes that's all that keeps you going. Through the dampness of the dawn Down by the road you walk alone, And you think on the days when you had laughed Or all the love you've known But your head is now avoiding thoughts Of times you'll soon be knowing Then you'll know you are your own. Sometimes that's all that keeps you going.