Direction

Breezy Sunday afternoon
I was strolling along the sidewalk strips
Down on Seventh Avenue
A stranger asked me for direction
I said, "I don't have a clue
I swear, I'm just as lost as you"

(You belong)
We spend a whole life's year looking for direction
(You belong)
And we always end up right where we've begun
(You belong)
We spend a whole life's year looking for direction
(You belong)
And we always end up right where we've begun

An old man is standing by the bistro
With a coffee in his hand
And his cigarette's half burnt out
And his eyes are sunken in
Recollection of my father's ghost
I knew him well, now he's just a silhouette

(You belong)
We spend a whole life's year looking for direction
(You belong)
And we always end up right where we've begun
(You belong)
We spend a whole life's year looking for direction
(You belong)
And we always end up right where we've belong

You've got the sun on your face, shining like a smile
Brighter than the melody of any song we sing
Never give in, keep pressing on, gotta believe in better days
Premonitions of the irony we always seem to crave

And you belong
And you belong

(You belong)
We spend a whole life's year looking for direction
(You belong)
And we always end up right where we've begun
(You belong)
We spend a whole life's year looking for direction
(You belong)
And we always end up right where we've begun