now here’s a riddle
through the ages
- when I close my eyes
where do I go
say, i step into some deep, dark waters
and while a marching band's givin’ me the honors
say, i just lay there silently
and let the river take me
where, oh, where
where do i go

my only friend's a man
name-a francis jones
scuffs like a cat and looks like a crow
he's a good man but don’t I know
you need time for something to grow
to be frank about frank - he’s kinda slow
see, every time we play Texas hold-em
that sumbitch just keeps foldin’
say, my friends, if I close my eyes
where do i go, oh, where do i go

one time I saw a sign
bout’ four miles outta town
said: "work needed at the docks"
when i got there, there were
people everywhere, coming
from all corners of the world
one of them said, son, here's the thing
you can go anywhere, be anything
well, i looked to the east
and i looked to the west
and i thought to myself - where do I go?

i figured i'd see the doctor
ask him a thing or two
i said: "doc, I have some troubles and some questions too,
i been feeling kinda worried
and i been feelin kinda sad”
he said: "describe your mind
and i'll tell you", so
i said it's like a subconscious hound
just chewing on my bones
he cleaned his shades
and he said, my friend
if you mean it like that
i just do not know

It was then i met a preacher
said, man, i'm sure glad to meet ya
say, maybe you can tell me
where do i go
the fella took one sip
and he took me on a trip
where I met these folks had some sorta clue
and it did come with a certain ease
but i just can’t spend all day on my knees
so i walked outside
and i hitched a ride
somewhere i did not know

then I wandered in a brothel
lemme tell you, they didnt sing no gospel
but in a way I saw the lord, if you must know
I saw this lady standin pretty
and there was something she said to me
for a second i thought – now there was something i knew
I spent the night crawling through their beds
till i clawed my way to the light of day
and i had many revelations
about some folks and many nations
but in the long haul
I did not know

then I went back to my hometown
there were many people standing around
they said how, oh, how
how did it go
I told them that truth is scattered
and how I mended the above
i’ve nothing to say on the matter
but if push comes to shove -
the fear of death in which life throws us
does not mean that death presupposes
a clear idea of nothingness
we can understand

they said: come again? […]
I said - we all gonna die