Where is the someone that tells me
Where do I go, follow the children,
where do I go, follow their smiles?
Is there an answer, in their sweet faces,
that tells me why I live and die?
Follow the wind song, follow the thunder,
follow the neon in young lover's eyes, down to the
gutter, up to the glitter, into the city where the truth lies,
Follow the calls, where is the something,
where is the someone that tells me why I live and
Down to the gutter, up to the glitter,
into the city where the truth lies, where do I
Follow my heartbeat, where do I go?
So follow my hand, where will they lead me,
and will I ever discover why I live and die?