No, I don't know just why
  No, I don't know just why
  Which way to turn
  I've got this ticket to use
  
  Through childlike ways, rebellion and crime
  To reach this point and retreat back again
  The broken hearts, all the wheels that are turned
  The memory's scarred and the vision is blurred
  
  No, I don't know which way
  Don't know which way to turn
  The best possible use
  
  Just passing through till we reach the next stage
  But just to where - well it's all been arranged
  Just passing through but the break must be made
  Should we move on or stay safely away?