Where Do I Go?

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