where do you go when you can't find your way home and nothing is the same as before our dreams fade away like autumn leaves falling before snowfall i'm usually not so worried about the who's or what's or where's but lately i find myself hoping two will find themselves here under the city lights on whyte and one oh ninth let's just forget the moments we won't share subtract one from two and you'll find me there where do you lie when you can't find your way to sleep on a queen size bed that needs an occupant fit for a king tell me where do you wake when the sun shines through your window in the morning across the border you don't have to act so god damn innocent