Where are you going?
in the morning song
Were you ever a talisman?
And now are you a golfer or go-for?

The music is so empty
I  fade into the crowd
I never got your reply

We are here under someone's request
buttressed by  someone  else's wild secret
We make discrete our escape

Back home
save at least the truth for me
Were you ever happy?
Did you change enough?