Where Are You Now
I want to be
a hundred miles from here
maybe next week
a new set of rules
insecurities are flowing out like wine
on the pavement, out of sight
voices echo in the hall
whispers filter through the door
now take a break
on the street below
hear the engine roar
men stand and talk
the old days
days gone by
a stream of guilt will guide you
back home
where are you now?
voices echo in the hall
whispers filter through the door
i can't help you anymore
there's nothing left to say
i can't help you anymore
just walk away
Autor(es): JAMES HOARE, MAX CLAPS
