In ten years time, where will I be
Maybe dead and buried, some might say deceased
But I tell you what, they are the disease
Shut their clap-traps, they don't bother me alright
In ten years time, where will I be
On a dirt track road, guitar and me
A dog to my left, woes to my right
God knows, am I gonna be alright
Well maybe, maybe tonight
From Canada to Taiwan
I'm gonna wander all alone
No I do not know how long
So don't you bother me you've bothered me for ever long
Bother me, bother me (Yeah)
Woe oh oh oh
In ten years time, where will I be
Maybe rich and famous with a blade at my wrist
Cos all of this money equals unhappiness
You and me baby, that was true happiness
You'd better bet
You made your bed now lie in it
Sweet isolation, is that what's bothering you
Dilapidation, of all that you knew