Where are you from they keep asking
The friends we used to know became people on the streets
Where shall we go
God knows where this ends
The melody is bit odd
It came from centuries ago
Silky start with sweet finish
What is the question
All the people asking but no one listened
The lost boy in an unknown city
What is he doing
We played it all wrong
Or we make it just right
How can we keep walking if there is no exit
How can we keep breathing once we know all the truth
People bowed and making toasts
Cheers to life as they say
Like they have any idea what life suppose to be
Every one wants it
No one has it
Those who do, keep it to themselves
The thing killing us we called it growth
The everyday monster, we pretend not to see
The demons are calling our names
Have you heard it
We don’t need no explanation
We say busy busy day
We see empty empty face
We keep filling in
We keep missing it
It's getting better
The lie we told to each other