Stop the revolution I wanna get off
Is this the right bus I'm getting on?
Am I going in the right directions?
North, South, East, West or here

Seems everything's come full circle
Round and round on the merry go round
Should we head to the swing set next?
Or get in line for the slide

Like me , love me, feel me, be me
Is it possible to say what you say? 
I want to tell you everything
But I havn't got anything to say

Swirling down a drain with nowhere to go
indigenous to only your world
Lets clean off the windshield
Maybe then we can see where to go

Teach me your language then I'll understand
What was that? What did you say?
Differences make us who we are
So why then do we want to change?

Being me, being you, being us
Who are we but we?
Can I stare at you with complete and utter dismay?
What more can I say?

What more can we say?
Where are we going?
Are we there yet?
Are we?
Yet?

By: Billy J. Mcalister