eighty eight ways i could say it but only one that i would choose. "i dont think i could ever walk a mile in your shoes". so i wake up every morning, pull each leg in through your jeans. step outside and walk around the streets we used to beat.
i dont know exactly where you go when you die, i just know you're not alone. with every step the weight reminds me you're not home. i dont know exactly where you go.
eventually the needle starts to skip, take a breath and reflect over the things that you miss. dont let each day pass by with the passing of the pipe. dont forget to flip the record before you go to sleep at night.
i dont know exactly where you go, when your heart burns out and the world moves so damn slow. dont forget, who you are is what you know. i dont know exactly where i'll go.