Testo Nothing of my own Kongos

Nothing of my own

You look to me for answer
But I've never given
And I've never given it much thought
Staring at the center of the room
I start to build one
But it never feels like my own

And I, oh I've built nothing of my own
All I knew I've never really known
I, oh I need something of my own
Before it's too late
Before my time's come and gone

Have you ever had that feeling
When you're talking to yourself
That you're speaking out of turn
Kind or cruel or cold or vain
I start to feel like
Like all these people need a name

Curse the sky and praise the rain
I thought I knew them
I used to call them all the same

I, oh I've got nothing of my own
All I have
It just tends to come and go
I, oh I've built nothing of my own
All I knew I've never really known
All I knew I've never really known

And I, oh I need something of my own
Before it's too late
Before my time's come and gone