It’s Saturday night, I’m out on the town.
And all my friends are here, hanging around.
But I have something on my mind.
Something just doesn’t feel right.

I look down Market Street at headlights.
There’s people in their cars, they’re driving.
I wonder where they all go? How could I possibly know?

If I run fast enough to catch up with them, would it even matter in the end?

Take to the skies.Take to the seas.
And you will find me there, out on the streets.
And I just can’t stop thinking: the only thing I know is that i don’t know anything.

All of the boys are watching the game,
but my thoughts aren’t clear. I can’t concentrate.
I just don’t care about the score.
I’m looking for a little more.

I want to believe in something,
but there’s people dying every day
and I wonder where they all go? How could I possibly know?

If I run fast enough to catch up with them, would it even matter in the end?

Take to the skies. Take to the seas.
And you will find me there, out on the streets.
And I just can’t stop thinking: the only thing I know is that i don’t know anything.

I’m walking on the concrete and I feel so small,
because everybody dies and no one knows what happens after that.
Don’t say you do, and don’t blame yourself,
because everybody dies and no one knows what happens after that.

Take to the skies. Take to the seas.
And you will find me there, out on the streets.
And I just can’t stop thinking: the only thing I know is that i don’t know anything.