I Don't Know What It Is

I don't know what it is But you got to do it I don't know where to go But you got to be there I don't know where to fall But I know that it's comfortable, well I don't know where it is Putting all of my time in learning to care And a bucket of rhymes I threw up somewhere Want a locket of who made me lose My perfunctory view of all that is around And of all that I do So I knock on the door, take a step that is new Never been here before Is there anyone else who's too In love with beauty Playing all of the games And thinks three's company Is there anyone else who has slightly mysterious bruises I don't know what it is Sick and looking around at friendly faces All declaring a war on far off places Is there anyone else who is through With complaining about what's done unto us So I knock on the door And I am on a train Going God knows where to To get me over, to get me over Get me heaven or hell, Calais or Dover I was hoping the train was my big number Docking in Santa Fe and the Atchison Topeka But we're chugging along, done away by the crossing hands We'll heading for Poland or limbo or Lower Manhattan Find myself running around I don't know what it is To get me over I don't know what it is To get me over I don't know what it is To get me over To get me over You gotta do it You gotta be there --- I Don't Know What It Is - Rufus Wainwright