Where do I go from here?
It's never been less clear
Should it worry me at all
If I can't see my picture on the wall?
And where do I go from here?
When it feels like I haven't walked in years
I just laid down
I still blacked out - I just stopped coming around
And how could I ever find
Everything I need?
Is it all right
If I'm not a man but just a bag of bones?
And after all these years of wishful thinking
And questions that have long since lost their meaning
My one regret
Is everything that hasn't happened yet
And why do these ghosts appear?
Never letting go, never really here
I find I can't recall
Most of the past winter, spring or fall
And after all these years of wishful thinking
And questions that have long since lost their meaning
I'm no closer than I've been
So, I guess I'll just ask myself again
Where do I go from here?
Idealize the past? Make decisions out of fear?
But even through the gray
Well, I swear the sun, it used to shine every day
Every day
Tell me I'm no different