Excuse me Sir, which way do we go?
I must have made a wrong turn a mile ago,
What's this, no one can answer?
Maybe someone in the supermarket,
Aisles and aisles of Lyles and Kyles,
Stacks and stacks of plastic wax,
Excuse me Ma'am which way do we go?
I must have made a wrong turn an aisle ago
Looking backward shouldn't matter more, oh-oh
Time is holding out for something new, oh-oh
Someday well know, where we're going, oh-oh
Even where we're from, we've never been, oh-oh
Were not from here
Don't know why I even ask,
Don't know why I even try to bother,
The road signs are very clear now,
The place we're from is not very near,
I'm looking down at my hands,
Trying to decifer the gravy special,
Everybody's looking at me strange,
Everybody's looking at me like I'm in a cage
Looking backward shouldn't matter more, oh-oh
Time is holding out for something new, oh-oh
Someday we'll know, where we're going, oh-oh
Even where we're from, we've never been, oh-oh
We're not from here
Where we gonna go? Where we gonna go? Where we gonna go?
Looking backward shouldn't matter more, oh-oh
Time is holding out for something new, oh-oh
Someday we'll know, where we're going, oh-oh
Even where we're from, we've never been, oh-oh
We're not from here