Older people I looked up to now just seem so lamenTheir idealism is gone just like the old daysnBurnt out and jaded, their old spirit fadednAnd I hope that in a few years I don't feel the same waynnAs we get older new faces appear every daynDo you have any idea of the direction of things to come?nWhere are we gonna go from here?nWhere are we gonna go?nnI've always felt that music was something to believe innI've always wanted more than just a scenenLike any other social group that you outgrow in timenGrowing up and moving on and leaving it behindnnBut sometimes I feel like I'm wasting my timenYear after year towing the linenOn this same scene and this same dreamnTry to be pessimistic but I still can't change my mindnnAs we get older new faces appear every daynDo you have any idea of the direction of things to come?nWhere are we gonna go from here?nWhere are we gonna go?