Gone

I don’t know what people say
Standing in my way
I don’t know what people do
I just think of you 

And I got nothing left to say
So won’t you stand there anyway

I don’t know where people go
In the middle of the night
To some freaky show
Of fear and fright

And I got nothing left to say
So won’t you stand there anyway

It's getting late
We're driving Home
Back to the place
Where we belong..