In My Own Time

I received an invitation:
'Come to the United Nations'
That was when I was somebody.
In my own time.

Sitting selling hot cross buns,
thousand suckers everyone.
Sounds like a nursery rhyme.
In my own time.

Even when the lights go out
still got things to think about.
Memories I can't call mine.
In my own time.
My own time.
My own time.