I'm lost in a dream and I can't even Scream.
No one can find me.
My mind's gone away though I'm here to stay
With no where to hide me.
The Nun's at the door asking gifts for the poor
Children who smile there.
I went back to see what I had that
they need, and I was happy to share
Hey Driver - Where are we going?
I'm tired of riding without knowing
How to get home -
I'm tired of riding alone.
Where am I going?
I'm floating on air lost in Spirit and rare
Visions of what we must do.
My mother can't see the special gift within me
Cause she's looking at you.
Hey Driver - Where are we going?
I'm tired of riding without knowing
How to get home -
I'm tired of riding alone.
Where am I going?
Then a bright prophecy foretells wolves coming to me
Twice before the ride is through.
They'll ask me first time if I'll join in their line
But the second time, "they'll devour you..."
Hey Driver - Where are we going?
I'm tired of riding without knowing
How to get home -
I'm tired of riding alone.
Where am I going?
Where am I going?