Where

Reaching for a lighter
 so you can light a smoke
 It's a matter of opinion,
 it's a matter of a joke
 A little voice inside you
 tells you all about the shame
 Come and join the dancing
 of the crippled and the lame
 *Chorus*
 Where oh where have you gone
 Where have you
 Where oh where have you gone
 You wish you could describe it,
 all the anger that you feel
 You think that it's been made up,
 it just happens to be real
 You try and learn the lesson's
 that can be so hard to learn
 See the fire go up in flames,
 the flame that never burns
 *Chorus*
 Look a little closer
 now you're hoping you might find
 A little bit of fire,
 gently pleasant and unkind
 You're really not so different,
 you're practically the same
 Look a little closer
 at the crippled and the lame
 Bridge
 Maybe it's a matter of a opinion
 Maybe it's a matter of your taste
 Somehow caught up in all this confussion
 I cannot seem to remember your face
 Reaching for a lighter
 so you can light a smoke
 It's a matter of opinion,
 it's a matter of a joke
 A little voice inside you
 tells you all about the shame
 Look a little closer
 now you're hoping for the flame