Curt Smith
Curt Smith
Curt Smith
Curt Smith
Curt Smith
Curt Smith
Curt Smith
Curt Smith
Curt Smith
Curt Smith
Curt Smith
Curt Smith
Curt Smith
Curt Smith
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?
Where do I go? Where do I go?
Where do I go? Where do I go?
Where do I go? Where do I go?
Where do I go? Where do I go?
Where Do I Go? was written by Curt Smith & Charlton Pettus.
Where Do I Go? was produced by Curt Smith.