What Can I Do─┼Smokie Every dream that I dream Seems to float on by Like a cloud in the wind Way up in the sky Every move that I make Seems to be the wrong way Like a cold black night After a summer day What can I do, What can I do .. Nothing to say but it used to be .. Nothing to say but it used to be ..What can I do What can I do ... You still play my guitar With a smile..