When

Won't you tell me when you leave the fold

Tell me when you leave the fold

The bright side is on top

The bottom is a storm

Transparency is visible

And everybody's home

Won't you tell me when you leave the fold

Won't you tell me where you're gonna go

Tell me where you're gonna go

The doors have all been taken

There is no less pride

Possibilities have been shaken

They're all taking sides

Won't you tell me when you're gonna go

I don't have a future

Cry the children in the streets

And I don't need your sutures

To close my eyes so I won't peek

Searching for an answer

Much too powerful a key

Won't you tell me when you're gonna go

Tell me when you're gonna go

Our dreams have all been raided

By every type of greed

Freedoms have been traded

Along with everything we need

Won't you tell me when you're gonna go

I've been waiting here so long

I just might want to go