I don't need another place for tryin' to impress you
With just how good and virtuous I am, no, no,no

I don't need another place for always bein' on top of things
Everybody knows that it's a sham, it's a sham.

I don't need another place for always wearin' smiles
Even when it's not the way I feel.

I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes
Everybody knows that it's not real.

So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked,
Then where shall I go to seek?

And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard,
Then where shall I go to speak?

So if this is not a place where tears are understood,
Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly?

By Ken Medema