Where -

Reaching for a lighter

So you can light a smoke

It’s a matter of opinion

It’s a matter of a joke

A little voice inside you

Tells you all about the shame

Come and join the dancing

Of the crippled and the lame

Where oh where have you gone?

Where have you

Where oh where have you gone?

You wish you could describe it

All the anger that you feel

You think that it’s been made up

It just happens to be real

You try and learn the lesson’s

That can be so hard to learn

See the fire go up in flames

The flame that never burns

Where oh where have you gone?

Where have you

Where oh where have you gone?

Look a little closer

Now you’re hoping you might find

A little bit of fire

Gently pleasant and unkind

You’re really not so different

You’re practically the same

Look a little closer

At the crippled and the lame

Maybe it’s a matter of a opinion

Maybe it’s a matter of your taste

Somehow caught up in all this confussion

I cannot seem to remember your face

Reaching for a lighter

So you can light a smoke

It’s a matter of opinion

It’s a matter of a joke

A little voice inside you

Tells you all about the shame

Look a little closer

Now you’re hoping for the flame