I don`t know what it is
But you got to do it
I don`t know where to go
But you got to be there
I don`t know where to fall
But I know that`s it`s comfortable where
I don`t know where it is
Putting all of my time in learning to care
And a bucket of rhymes I threw up somewhere
Want a locket of who made me lose
My perfunctory view of all that is around
And of all that I do
So I knock on the door, take a step that is new
Never been here before
Is there anyone else who`s too
In love with beauty
Playing all of the games
And thinks three`s company
Is there anyone else who has slightly mysterious bruises
I don`t know what it is
Sick of looking around at friendly faces
All declaring a war on far off places
Is there anyone else who is through
With complaining about what`s done unto us
So I knock on the door
And I am on a train
Going god knows where to
To get me over, to get me over
Get me heaven or hell, Calais or Dover
I was hoping the train was my big number
Taking the Santa Fe and the Atchison Topeka
But we`re chugging along, Dunaway by the crossing
And could be heading for Poland or limbo or Lower Manhattan
Find myself running around
I don`t know what it is
To get me over (x3)
To get me over
You gotta to do it
You gotta be there