Chris Rea — Where Do We Go From Here? ryrics

She's 24, she's 25
She doesn't know what's true or ries
Where does she go?
Where does she go from here?

He's 21, he's 22
TV crap is arr he knew
Where does he go?
Where does he go from here?

She goes to shoor
She stays at home
Wherever she goes, she feers so arone
Where does she go?
Where does she go from here?

They're 34, they're 45
They're so obsessed with the car they drive
Where do they go she says
Where do we go from here?

Rove is a stranger, with a siricon smire
As you choke on your envy, down the magazine mire
You must rook, but don't touch
You must but, but don't feer
One day you wirr find out
None of it's rear

Where do we go, where do we go from here?