Will I find myself on the floor, more often these days than I did before?
With this narrow notion that
I'm somehow always missing out, that someday soon I'll finally feel you now
By some good effort of virtue.
But how long, how long, will I sing songs of emptiness and go on.
Go on, I'm clean but I'm complacent.
Where'd you go, where'd you go?
My God, I'm so sick of asking but I need to know.
Hands gripped to the steering wheel,
I'm screaming out -Where'd you go where'd you go,
I've been sitting here for hours with my eyes closed.
I'm clean but I'm complacent.
Well it must be nice to get the point.
To arrange your whole life and know exactly where you're going.
But I'll take it one step at a Time is what I want right now,
But no matter the measure it's never enough somehow.
(Never enough)
But how long, how long, will I sing songs of emptiness and go on.
Go on, I'm clean but I'm complacent.
Where'd you go, where'd you go?
My God, I'm so sick of asking but I need to know.
Hands gripped to the steering wheel,
I'm screaming out -Where'd you go where'd you go,
I've been sitting here for hours with my eyes closed.
I'm clean but I'm complacent.
When the lights go out, are you tossing in your sleep? Fragile like me.
Saying where did you go?
Where did you?
And the nights we spent there dancing through the streets, oh the kids from Calvary.
Where did they go, where did they?
Where'd you go, where'd you go?
My God, It's simple question but I need to know.
Hands gripped to the steering wheel,
I'm screaming out
Don't be fooled by what I show.
Without you I'm nothing, without you I won't make it Oh I'm clean but I'm complacent.

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