Direction - Scenic

Breezy Sunday afternoon

I was strolling along the sidewalk strips

Down on Seventh Avenue

A stranger asked me for direction

I said, «I don’t have a clue

I swear, I’m just as lost as you»

(You belong)

We spend a whole life’s year looking for direction

(You belong)

And we always end up right where we’ve begun

(You belong)

We spend a whole life’s year looking for direction

(You belong)

And we always end up right where we’ve begun

An old man is standing by the bistro

With a coffee in his hand

And his cigarette’s half burnt out

And his eyes are sunken in

Recollection of my father’s ghost

I knew him well, now he’s just a silhouette

(You belong)

We spend a whole life’s year looking for direction

(You belong)

And we always end up right where we’ve begun

(You belong)

We spend a whole life’s year looking for direction

(You belong)

And we always end up right where we’ve belong

You’ve got the sun on your face, shining like a smile

Brighter than the melody of any song we sing

Never give in, keep pressing on, gotta believe in better days

Premonitions of the irony we always seem to crave

And you belong

And you belong

(You belong)

We spend a whole life’s year looking for direction

(You belong)

And we always end up right where we’ve begun

(You belong)

We spend a whole life’s year looking for direction

(You belong)

And we always end up right where we’ve begun