So here's a note I leftnby the fireplace and ashnfrom all the notes that I have burnednnot long ago.nnIt's great how severing all these tiesncan make things right -nat least less wrongnthan they ever were before.nnThe days I'd sit and sievenby the windownand I can taste the awful flavornof nostalgia mixed with hurt.nnAnd now my mouth, my mouth is dry;nI choke on logic and my tongue is tiednfrom reciting inspired-Bible versesnand bullshit lies.nnThey say that this world is a wide open roadnand we're stuck holding the wheel.nBut in one hand's a whiskey,nand the other's too drunk to steer.nnSo where do we go from here now?nSo where do we go from here now?nnI dance and pray, I dance and pray for rainnto wipe this Earth out once againnand extend those forty days and nights indefinitely.nnThere'll be tidal wavesnas all of our problems wash away.nYou can hear my laughternjust before I start to drown.nnAnd if everyone here is a child of God's,nthis world is a pityless whore.nAnd He's still playing favoritesnand behind on his child support.nnSo where do we go from here now?nWhere do we go from here now?nSo where, where do we go (where do we go) from here now (now)?nnThe noose that we wear doesn't matter at allnunless we kick out our feet,nand perhaps our salvations nto know that we're incomplete.nnSo here's the note, the note that countsnexplaining why I wanted out.nIt reads in small print,nI'm much too tired to think anymore.nnNo, no, no, so where do we go from here now?nSo where (where do we go, where do we go) from here now? [x4]