Sanoja: Rufus Wainwright. WANT One. I Don't Know What It Is.

I don't know what it is but you got to do it
I don't know where to go but you got to be there
I don't know where to fall but I know that it's comfortable where
I don't know where it is

Putting all of my time on learning to care
And a bucket of rhymes, I threw up somewhere
Want a locket of who made me lose my perfunctory view
Of all that is around and of all that I do

So I knock on the door, take a step that is new
Never been here before is there anyone else who's too?
In love with beauty, playing all of the games and thinks three's company
Is there anyone else who wears slightly mysterious bruises
I don't know what it is

Sick a looking around at friendly faces
All declaring a war on far off places
Is there anyone else who is through
With complaining about what's done unto us

So I knock on the door and I am on the train
Going God knows where to
To get me over, to get me over
Get me Heaven or Hell, Calais or Dover

I was hoping the train was my big number
Taking the Santa Fe and the Atchinson Topeka
But we're chugging along, dun away by the crossing
And could be heading for Portland, or Limburgh or Lower Manhattan
Find myself running around

I don't know what it is so get me over
I don't know what it is so get me over
I don't know what it is so get me over
To get me over, you gotta do it, you gotta be there