Where do we go now?

Well they've got boughs that seem to be

Useless just now, just memories

Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and again they get disgraced

dressed all up and then raped in the face

And if you stare too long, you'd probably break down and cry

Whoa, oh, oh street child o'mine

Whoa, oh, oh, oh tree shrub of mine

They've got eaves of the greenest dyes

as if they're, brought by train

I'd hate to look into those eaves and see an ounce of pain

Their shade reminds me of a cool safe place

Where as a child I'd hide

And pray that butt plunder, and the pain to quietly pass me by

Whoa, oh, oh street child o'mine

Whoa, oh, oh, oh tree shrub of mine

Whoa, oh, oh, oh street child o'mine

Whoa, oh, oh, oh tree shrub of mine

Whoa, oh, oh, oh street child o'mine

Ooh, tree shrub of mine

Where do we go?

Where do we go now?

Where do we go?

Where do we go?

Where do we go now?

Oh, where do we go?

Where do we go?

Where do we go now?

(Street Child)

Ooh, where do we go?