Where Does This Ocean Go?

All day, the city's selling something Always, the busy people spinning 'round Busier Dizzier 'Til they go back home to somewhere And taxies stop to say "hello." "Want a ride? I'll take you there," "To anywhere, just tell my driver." The sun is casting shadows An afternoon is fading I ask, but no one knows The answer to the question My life is like an island Where does this ocean go? Shyly, a wino sips his wine Slowly, 'cause to him that is all that matters He sees a cat, he knows so well Now sleeping on a bench, together A woman waiting by herself, selling flowers, "Please buy some, so I can help my daughter, will you?" The man with spider eyebrows Is standing on a corner "Who wants to see a show?" His head looks like a melon He turns into an alley Then stops to blow his nose Sky is filled with neon The buildings stand electric And almost seem to glow Want answers to the question My life is like an island Where does the ocean go? I really want to know My life is like an island It's time for me now to fly Where does the ocean go?