My Own Space — The 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 I feel free

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