Please do not follow where I am leading
Someone must clear these things away
Here in the burnt out husk of the morning
Strung out with nothing left to say

Yeah this was one hell of a party
Nobody ever got to bed
But the morning after's killing me
And I have to rest my head

And just where were we trying to get to?
I can't recall one single word
The faces that pushed themselves before you
Congeal into one, nothing transferred

But this was one hell of a party
And it's still living in my head
But the morning after shines so cold
So I'll follow where I'm lead

Yeah, this was one hell of a party
Nobody got to go to bed
Let's face it now, it's over
And this morning after's killing me
And I have to rest my head

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Jarvis Branson Cocker, Jean Benoit Dunckel, Nicolas Jean Michel Godin