Am I wrong Have I got this right Am I missing the moment Am I a sign of the times Like the notch on a buckle That won't pull tight Well I've seen some things honey that god wouldn't touch with a knife To leave it behind is like grieving the dead sometimes I have so many places that feel like home I've known so many faces that my head can't keep a hold Remember when we prayed for rain And those nights would keep us warm We tore apart the old, but I've since gone back and missed it all Sometimes We all hide behind those fears Of getting caught up here And breaking out through the atmosphere And I wonder Where do we go from here Where do we go from here Where do we go from here I have so many places that feel like home I've known so many faces that my head can't keep a hold Remember when we prayed for rain And those nights would keep us warm We tore apart the old, but I've since gone back and missed it all Sometimes We all hide behind those fears Of getting caught up here And breaking out through the atmosphere And I wonder Where do we go from here Where do we go from here Where do we go from here Where do we go from here Where do I go from here