I Don't Know What It Is

I don't know what it is, but you gotta do it

I don't know where to go, but you gotta be there

I don't know where to fall, but I know that it's comfortable where

I don't know where it is

Putting all of my time in learning to care

And a bucket of rhymes I threw up somewhere

Want a locket of who made me lose my perfunctory view

Of all that is around, and of all that I do

So I knock on the door

Take a step that is new

Never been here before

Is there anyone else who's too in love with beauty

Playing all of the games, and thinks three's company?

Is there anyone else who has slightly mysterious bruises?

I don't know what it is

Sick of looking around at friendly faces

All declaring a war on far-off places

Is there anyone else who is through with complaining about

What's done unto us?

So I knock on the door and I am on a train

Going God knows where to

To get me over

To get me over

Get me Heaven or Hell

Calais or Dover

I was hoping the train was my big number

Talking the Santa Fe and the Atchison, Topeka

But we're chugging along

Dunaway by the crossing and

Could be heading for Poland or Limbo or Lower Manhattan

Find myself running around

I don't know what it is to get me over

I don't know what it is to get me over

I don't know what it is to get me over

To get me over

You gotta do it

You gotta be there