Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? And now all my friends are gone I can still remember The words and what they meant As we etched

These feelings will be gone Does this make me not a man? Now I see the times they change Leaving doesn't seems so strange I am hoping I can find Where to leave my hurt behind All this shit I seem to take All alone I seem to break I have lived the best I

Now all my friends have gone Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? But we ran away I can still remember The words and what they meant

Motherless children The motherless children They don't have anywhere to go Motherless children have a hard time After mother gone away Mother told a child Someday I'll meet you Have a hard time when she's gone Have a hard time when mother is dead

Where have you gone, from me? The one that I loved endlessly. Does it have to be so cold in Ireland? Does it have to be so cold in Ireland, for me? Are they ready for me? Here is a story Of hope and of glory. He's eighteen years old And well I fell in