Believe when i say that it has to be true
  so much to say, so little to do
  i know, i know, i know you
  the room's growing cold as the evening grows long
  see in your eyes something is wrong
  i know, i know, i know you
  
  so where do you go at the end of the day?
  where do you hide away?
  
  age has a way of pretending to see
  right to the core of what we want to be
  but i know, i know, i know me
  and i've lost all interest in matters of worth
  old again, wise again, born again, no constancy
  oh but i know me
  
  so where do you go at the end of the day?
  where do you go when you seem so far away?
  tell me what happened to the promises that we made
  where do you hide away?
  
  so tell me where do you go at the end of the day?
  where do you go when you seem so far away?
  what happened to the promises that you made?
  where do you hide away?