Direction

Breezy Sunday after noon I was strolling along the sidewalk Stripes, down on seventh avenue A stranger asked me for direction I said I don't have a clue I swear I'm just as lost as you You belong Spend the whole last year looking for direction You belong And we always end up right where we begun You belong Spend the whole last year looking for direction You belong And we always end up right where we begun An old man is standing by the bistro With a coffee in his hand And his cigarette is half burnt out And his eyes are sunken in Recollection of my fathers ghost I knew him well Now he's just a silhouette. You belong Spend the whole last year looking for direction You belong And we always end up right where we begun You belong Spend the whole last year looking for direction You belong And we always end up right where we belong You've got the sun on your face Shinning like a smile Brighter then the melody of in his song we sing Never give in, keep pressing on You got to believe in better days Premonition of the irony we always seem to crave And you belong, and you belong You belong Spend the whole last year looking for direction You belong And we always end up right where we begun You belong Spend the whole last year looking for direction You belong And we always end up right where we begun.