I don't know where I'm going to but are you coming with me
If seeing is believing then we've nothing left to hope forI know you don't see me cos you're looking right through me
I know you're still haunted by things that you're seeingWhen you're young, got to obey your guns you got to obey your guns cos when you're old it will all be doneLook for the color whenever you're dreamingFollow your longing and swallow your feelingWhen you're young, got to obey your guns you got to obey your guns cos when you're old it will all be done
