Where you gonna go?

Oh the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
And the people they were dancing to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs they get louder
Each one better than before

And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

So your heading down the road in your taxi for four
And you're waiting outside Jimmy's front door
But nobody's in and nobody's home 'til four
So you're sitting there with nothing to do
Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew
And where you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep tonight?

And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

Courtesy: Shruti
Refer : This is the life by Amy Macdonald

Too many things I am addicted to, just too many things I can't live without.
Can't afford to be this dependent. I love my work, why is it then not enough?
Why doesn't life begin & end there, with my papers, my equations and my codes?
The Physics I loved so much.
Why am I so spoilt? So used to all the trimmings and the flutings...
Trying so hard to not let anything slip by, greedily garner all close to my grasp!

Addicted. That's the word!

I really need to let go.....