My sutured mind post-op'd and dry
Keeps slowly does it time
Impaled by trust shot up
With your four in the morning eyes
Where do I go? Where do I go?
Where do I go? Where do I go?
She's drifting round my barren ground
Breaks slowly cold or crazed
These dust dead eyes are focused
Far behind these summer days
Where do I go? Where do I go?
Where do I go? Where do I go?
And will I come of age
Make your day
Be precious and contrived
Or will I blow you all away?
Where do I go? Where do I go?
Where do I go? Where do I go?
Where do I go? Where do I go?
Where do I go? Where do I go?