Where

Where are the footsteps that were once in the sand? And where is the sunlight, I don’t understand. If we follow in blindness should we not care? And when it comes time to count up what is our share? Two steps from sorrow eyes to the ground; Five days till payday with bills all around Where are the answers which were coming in time? And who should we trust in if Gods out of line? Hard in the head stiff in the bone; So how far should we trust us when we’re left alone? Where is the peddle perhaps we should go; But where are we going, does anyone know.