Where Do I Go
CHARLTON CLAY PETTUS, CURT SMITH
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