If you find out where you are going
You will then find out who you are
Feel which way the wind is blowing
The breeze will take you up to a star
Throw your silver star in the trashcan
Shattered soul washed up on a shore
Your horizon's getting darker
No one wants you anymore
You're descending to the depths now
Dark red birds take off and fly
You're ascending to the heights now
Pierced a hole right into the sky

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): LAWRENCE HAYWARD