Where do we go
Where do we go from here
The path was supposed to be clear
Another day in the year passes me by
It's been a long year
Stripping it down year
Looking around year
Nothing is found year
It's been a long year
Stripping it down year
Looking around year
Nothing is found year
I need a day job
Pay all my bills now
But I'm feeling displaced
Fit all my problems
Into three hours
So I don't waste the work day
Desk jobs, commutes
Meetings, Dilute
The sky's own blue
But when I carry a thunderstorm, over my head
And the weight of the rain on my shoulders can't be shared
And the strength of my knees goes right out beneath me
Is this really what I'm here for
Where do we go
Where do we go from here
The path was supposed to be clear
Another day in the year passes me by
Where do we go
Where do we go from here
The path was supposed to be clear
Another day in the year passes me by