Where, oh, where did it go?
Where did the passion, the inspiration,
the love, and struggle of the people go?
Is it in the air, or hiding, maybe taking a
vacation in Cabo, wherever it is, it needs to come back.
It needs to come back to the average joe working
that nine to five for what seems to be an eternity.
It needs to come back to the homeless man on the
corner, with the sign pleading for help.
Wherever that spirit went, it needs to come back, because I'm gonna need it soon.
When I grab that diploma, I'm walking straight to the moon, cause I've had enough of this place.
I've had enough of the ground, I'm trying to touch the stars, something high up.
Where did it go?
Where did that spirit go?