It's been said we don't know where we're going
But I can't tell what we're really knowing
I can't help myself
My mind is skeptical
I won't be somebody else
Because I lack the skill of selling out
Are we selling out?
Gimme the sound I need
Gimme the sound I need
C'c'mon radio, please
Gimme the sound I need
I have a question
Why is it we're alive when we want to be
Because I see myself on the TV
So it's killing me
And I think about it all the time
Where are we going, and why?
Gimme the sound I need
Gimme the sound I need
C'c'mon radio, please
Gimme the sound I need
We all want something more
