Where do I go?
Follow the river.
Where do I go?
Follow the gulls.
Where is the something,
where is the someone
that tells me why I live and die?
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.
Where do I go?
Follow my heartbeat.
Where do I go?
Follow my hand.
Where do they lead me?
And will I ever discover why I live and die?