So here's a note that I left   by the fireplace and ash   from all the notes that    I've burned not long ago.   It's great how severing all these ties   can make things right   At least less wrong   than they ever were before.   The days I'd sit and sieve   by the window   I can taste the awful vapor of nostalgia   mixed with hurt   But now my mouth   my mouth is dry   I choke on logic and my tongue is tied   From reciting inspired, babble verses   and bullshit lies   You say that this world is a wide open road   and we're stuck holding the wheel   But in one hand's a whiskey   and the other's too drunk to steer   So where do we go from here?   And I...   So where do we go from here now?   I dance and pray   i dance and pray for rain   to wipe this Earth out once again   Extend those forty days and nights indefinitely   And there'll be tidal waves    as all of my problems wash away   You can hear my laughter just before I start to drown   And if everyone here is a child of God's,   this world is a pityless whore   And He's still playing favorites   and behind on his child support   So where do we go from here now?   Where do we go from here now?   So where, where do we go (where do we go) from here now? Now?   The noose that we wear doesn't matter at all   unless we kick out our feet   And perhaps our salvations to the Lord that were incomplete   So here's the note, the note that counts   explaining why I wanted out   It reads in small print   I'm much too tired to think anymore   And so, where do we go from here now?   So where do we go from here now? x4