Where Does It Go

It's the calling of the radio Harmony sung along soft and low And the beating of the raindrops on the sunroof of the car The synthesizer's humming Beneath staccato of the drum And now the telephone poles roll by like the rhythm of a heart Oh where does it go Where does it go Where does it go, does it go It's a making of a world unsung The secrets of the days to come And the pulling back the curtain on the dream as it roll on by The leaves of gold are falling And I hear the singer calling For the light that's left within us now to reach up to the sky Oh where does it go Where does it go Where does it go, does it go It's the disappearing into emptiness Oh can you can you tell me is it more or less The same but without knowing is there still light to show the way It's the strong and steady hands so rough With callouses but soft enough Can you tell me that not everything that disappears is truly gone away Oh where does it go Where does it go Where does it go, does it go In the the fading of a memory A lock that never knew a key What is left within when all the colors fade to gray It's the breath into the silence The light behind the eyelids And there's no fear of the night but there's still so much left to say Oh where does it go Where does it go Where does it go, does it go