I Don't Know What It Is
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 its comfortable 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 three's company
Is there anyone else
Who wears slightly mysterious bruises
I don't know what it is
Sick of lookin' around
At friendly faces
All declaring a war on far off places
Is there anyone else
Who is through with complaining about
What's done unto us?
So I knock on the door
And I am on the train
Going god knows where to
To get me over
To get me over
Get me heaven or hell
Calais or Dover
I was hoping the train
Was my big number
Taking the Santa Fe and the Atchinson Topeka
But we're chugging along, Dunaway by the crossing
And could be heading for Poland
Or Limbo or Lower Manhattan
Find myself running around
I don't know what it is, so get me over
I don't know what it is, so get me over
I don't know what it is, so get me over
To get me over
You gotta do it
You gotta be there
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 its comfortable 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 three's company
Is there anyone else
Who wears slightly mysterious bruises
I don't know what it is
Sick of lookin' around
At friendly faces
All declaring a war on far off places
Is there anyone else
Who is through with complaining about
What's done unto us?
So I knock on the door
And I am on the train
Going god knows where to
To get me over
To get me over
Get me heaven or hell
Calais or Dover
I was hoping the train
Was my big number
Taking the Santa Fe and the Atchinson Topeka
But we're chugging along, Dunaway by the crossing
And could be heading for Poland
Or Limbo or Lower Manhattan
Find myself running around
I don't know what it is, so get me over
I don't know what it is, so get me over
I don't know what it is, so get me over
To get me over
You gotta do it
You gotta be there
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Writer(s): Rufus Wainwright
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