There's a sunrise every morning that you miss 'cause you're asleep.
There's a sunset every evening, you miss in your car leaving to wherever it is that you're going.
You're not pulled but led.
'Cause it's not for who you're going, but what they give you instead.
So when you go, tell me where are you going.
'Cause there's no place you can run to, forget all your longing.
So forget where you're going.
It's been a long time for you darling, running from that house in the hills.
Where your parents still lay obsessing over the dust on the ceiling fans.
And did they do the same to you, child?
Did they lock you behind you door?
When they whispered their darkest secrets, saying, "I don't love you anymore."
So when you go, tell me where are you going.
'Cause there's no place you can run to, forget all your longing.
So forget where you're going.
Is it true, is it true what they say?
In these woods there's something real strange, you can walk for what seems like days.
Is this the land of no returning?
Is it true, is it true what they say?
In these woods there's something real strange.
You can walk for what seems like days and the trees all start to take face,
Hold as you're running in place,
And then they all start to scream, "This is the land of no returning!"
Oh, when will you start believing that there are monsters beneath your bed?
And those voices of self-destruction could never begin in your head.
Oh and love is no illusion sometimes I can see it in your eyes.
And hear it moan and tumble down the hill when the traffic dies (?)
So when you go, tell me where are you going.
'Cause there's no place you can run to, forget all your longing.
So forget where you're going