Destination

Far away there's something calling me
Could be, but I cannot see
I'm aware there's voices in the air
Leading me I don't know where
Maybe they'll be clearer if I go
Which direction, I don't know

With my hand on my heart and my head in the sky
No point in asking me where or when or why
And you may think it seems strange when I confess
My destination, it hasn't chose me yet

I could walk a million miles and then
Find myself back here again
Maybe somewhere miles along the road
A sign will tell me where I'm going
But I know I shouldn't hold my breath
I haven't been that lucky yet

With my hand on my heart and my head in the sky
No point in asking me where or when or why
And you may think it seems strange when I confess
My destination, it hasn't chose me yet

With my hand on my heart and my head in the sky
No point in asking me where or when or why
And you may think it seems strange when I confess
My destination, it hasn't chose me yet...