Where is the man I'm going to be?
And where does my end begin?
Is there a child in my heart?
What happened to his dreams?
And what happened to all those endless summer days?
...where do clouds go?
It's like the sky on a dark morning.
Its like the air that you breathe.
It's like the words that you speak.
It's like the thoughts in your head and the love in your heart,
and your hurt,
...and your pain.
And where is tomorrow?
And why is tomorrow?
And what tomorrow will there be?
