In the beggard house of wanted thoughts
i saw you,you took my hand,
led me to another land

down past the old picture house,
we wandered
with no time to be proud,
i have todecide now

if i should follow the sorrow or the song
where do i belong?
With the sorrow or the song?
The sorrow or the song?

How the thought of you clings to me like
how the thought of you clings to me like

a haunting school yard memory awating,
i'll have to wait turn,
sit and watch them burn

the prison wall,the music hall,
the tower clock
is watching over town,
i'll have to decide now

if i should follow the sorrow or the song
where do i belong?
With the sorrow or the song?
The sorrow or the song?