In the beggar's house of wasted thoughts I saw you You took my hand, led me to another land Down past the old picture house we wandered With no time to be proud, I have to decide now If I should follow the sorrow or the song Where do I belong? The sorrow or the song? The sorrow or the song?
How the thought of you clings to me like How the thought of you clings to me like
A haunting school yard memory waiting I'll have to wait my turn, sit and watch them burn The prison wall, the music hall, the tower clock Is watching over town, I'll have to decide now
If I should follow the sorrow or the song Where do I belong? The sorrow or the song? The sorrow or the song?