Fiction Plane

Where do we go from here.
Where are we gonna go.
How are we gonna live.
When are we gonna know,
the things that I thought we would know
Long ago, long ago, by now I thought we would know
What are we gonna do, when will we have a clue.
When will we know what's right. When will we know what's true, what's true for both me and for you. What is true, what is true for both me and for you. If its just the dust. Don't that make me a fool, i've always been a good boy, not someone else his fool
will i been thought a lesson, will i been send to school