It's not where you come from

It's more where you're going

And knowing the going might get strange

The world's greatest writers

Are all drunks and fighters

Get going, that isn't going to change



Will you still wager on the egg?

Is it the egg or are you chicken?

There's an outside possibility

Your life might start to kick in

Your heart will start to race

Will you chase or set the pace?

Brace yourself

The plot's about to thicken



It's not where you come from

It's more where you're going

And knowing the going might get strange

The world's greatest writers

Are all drunks and fighters

Get going, that isn't going to change



It's been a thousand years or two

And still the seconds keep on clicking

Clogging cogs and greasing gears

Still you can't stop the clock from ticking

It's time that's overrated

And being great's become outdated

The apples, oranges?

Not worth picking



It's not where you come from

It's more where you're going

And knowing the going might get strange

The world's greatest writers

Are all drunks and fighters

Get going, that isn't going to change



Where is it we're going?

Who was it who said it?

Which stones are worth throwing?

Who will we discredit?

A pathetic aesthetic

In a world less poetic

It's not where you come from

It's going, go get it