Where do we go from herethe words are comming out all weirdwhere are you now when i need youalone on an airplanefalling asleep beside my window painmy blood will thickeni need to wash myself againto hide all the dirt and pain cause i'd be scared that there's nothing underneathand who are my real friendshave they all got the bendsam i really sinking, this slowmy baby's got the bends, oh nowe don't have any real friends, no no noi'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on talking to my girlfriendwating for something to happenand i wish it was the 60s, i wish i could be happy, i wish, i wish, i wishthat something would happenwhere do we go from herethe planet is all gummed up in a sea of fearand where are youthey broaden the ciathe tanks and the whole marines to blow me awayto blow me awayto blow me sky highmy baby's got the bendswe don't have any real friendsi'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on talking to my girlfriendwating for something to happenand i wish it was the 60s, i wish i could be happy, i wish, i wish, i wishthat something wouldi want to live and breathei want to be part of the human racei want to live and breathei want to be part of the human racewhere do we go from herethe words are coming out all weirdwhere are you now, when i need you