Who are you In the darkest hours of the night When I'm not looking And do I really wanna know? Do the city lights Bleed through the blinds And bounce from your eyes Into the night from your window Where does your sorrow go? When you find yourself completely alone? Where does your sorrow go? When you find yourself completely alone? And it's cyclical, you say of the way your day is spent Bed, train, work, and back again But you talk of these streets Like the veins of your urban memories, manifest And I'm thrown Where does your sorrow go When you find yourself completely alone? Blocks and blocks, and swathes of roads Non-descript and standard homes Dim streetlights and endless freeway Beers outside convenience stores Tell me things that no one knows Where does all your sorrow go? Lacing digits, touching toes Where does all your sorrow go? Where does all your sorrow go? Where does all your sorrow go? Hello, yeah, uh, it's choppy anymore, ahm, what was that? Ah Oh, ah, yeah, I'm free, why, ah, did you have anything in mind? Right now, tonight?