Knock on the Door, an echo returns.

Where love flamed emptiness burns.

The Streets are empty. The bars are closed.

I take a room and I sleep in my clothes.

Where did you go? I want to know.

Layin' awake in a strange part of town.

Skylight slate rain patters down.

Check out time believe it or not.

Last buck for coffee. It's weak but it's hot.

Where do I go? I want to know. Where do I go?

Folks on the street look weary and grey.

Was it love gone wrong done 'em that way?

A reflection on the window has a face to say,

I'm just another loser on the streets today.

Where did you go? I want to know.

It went by so quick all that remains

are variations on the theme of pain.

A back crack of thunder seems to call my name.

I forget you a minute ducking out of the rain.

Where does it go? I want to know.

Where did you go? Where did you go?