dependant on kindness of strangers
I've fucked up my life
it's a mess you know
Not what I should have been
What do you do now?
Where do you go?
Waves beating on a shore.
They'll wear it down
eroding away the beaches
they'll be gone someday
What do you do now?
Where do you go?
You and I standing hand in hand
Watching the coast go
We're a mess you know
We'll be gone someday
What do we do now?
Where do we go?
