Where Do I Go

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?