Somebody called me on the phone
and told me I was gone
it’s easy being paranoid
when I’m always on the run
and I wonder –
Where do I belong?

I took a trip to another city
and found myself in the sun
I hid inside a hotel
to be sure I came along
and I wonder –
where did I come from?

Open doors in my mind…

If I could fix my problem
for some shelter and a song
I’d be happy to turn me off
and never turn back on
and always wonder –
where did I go wrong?

I hear me talking words with meanings
hidden from my tongue
I’m just endlessly repeating
on and on and on
and I wonder –
where do I belong?

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