simply sounded

So where do you go?
Where do you stand, now?
Where do your arms feel free...

In the place that you are,
goes the stranger and the bizard,
and the roads, yeah the roads
go no where to, to , to
be found...
And the roads, yeah the roads...
keep driving me apart..

so where do you go?
where do you go, with yourself?
and the roads, they turn to you,
and you just keep them apart of you...

and the longer you stand,
the longer you know, you ain't free...
the longer you know...
you know...
you ain't from here...

the strange view of it all
it's just in front of you to start

so, where do you stand now?
Where do you walk over night?
Where do you walk through your life...