Where Do We Go From Here

Am I wrong?

Have I got this right?

Am I missing the moment?

Am I a sign of the times

Like the notch on a buckle

That won't pull tight?

Well, I've seen some things, honey, that God wouldn't touch with a knife

And to leave it behind is like grieving the dead sometimes

I have so many places that feel like home

And I've known so many faces that my head can't keep a hold

And remember when we prayed for rain?

And those nights would keep us warm

We tore apart the old, but I've since gone back and missed it all

And sometime

We all hide behind those fears

Getting caught up here

And breaking out through the atmosphere

And I wonder

Where do we go from here?

Where do we go from here?

Where do we go from here?

And I have so many places that feel like home

And I've known so many faces that my head can't keep a hold

And remember when we prayed for rain?

And those nights would keep us warm

We tore apart the old, but I've since gone back and missed it all

And sometime

We all hide behind those fears

Getting caught up here

And breaking out through the atmosphere

And I wonder

Where do we go from here?

Where do we go from here?

Where do we go from here?

Where do we go from here?

Where do I go from here?