Lyrics

Threads of golden grace passing before my eyes
They only leave a bitter taste to hang around
Been so hard to hide my insecurities
But I don't really wanna be what you think I am

Why was I not dealt a winning personality?
I want some trophies on my shelf with a blue ribbon
I don't care if I have to play the stupid role
Long as the weather's good, and there's dialogue
Whoa whoa

Where are we going?
Where are we going?
Wait, maybe I don't wanna know
Where are we going?
Where are we going?
Wait, I thought I told me so

Downtown after dark I walk around aimlessly
I wait around patiently, or not at all
There's this chick off 36th, she knows my name
She give me everything that I don't need

Hear that jingle jangle coming from a mile away
Never been so happy, or so let down
I used to fight, I used to bleed a long time ago
Now I think I really need to know someone who don't know me
Whoa whoa

Where are we going?
Where are we going?
Wait, maybe I don't wanna know
Where are we going?
Where are we going?
Wait, I thought I told me so