I don't know what it is 
But you got to do it 
I don't know where to go 
But you got to be there 
I don't know where to fall 
But I know that's [bad word] where 
I don't know where it is 
Putting all of my time in learning to care 
And a bucket of rhymes I threw up somewhere 
Want a locket of who made me lose 
My perfunctory view of all that is around 
And of all that I do 
So I knock on the door, take a step that is new 
Never been here before 
Is there anyone else who's too 
In love with beauty 
Playing all of the games 
And thinks [bad word] 
Is there anyone else who has slightly mysterious [bad word] 
I don't know what it is 
Sick of looking around at friendly faces 
All declaring a war on far off places 
Is there anyone else who is through  [bad word] about what's done unto us 
So I knock on the door 
And I am on a train 
Going god knows where to 
To get me over, to get me over 
Get me heaven or [bad word]  Calais or Dover 
I was hoping the train was my big number 
Taking the Santa Fe and the Atchison Topeka 
But we're chugging along, Dunaway by the crossing 
And could be heading for Poland or limbo or Lower Manhattan 
Find [bad word] around 
I don't know what it is 
To get me over 
I don't know what it is 
To get me over
I don't know what it is 
To get me over
I don't know what it is 
To get me over
To get me over 
You gotta to do it 
You gotta be there