The Question Songtext
(Who knows what will happen)
Elsie's little friends don't come anymore
With their little knuckles rapping at the door
"Sorry girls, she can't come out to play
El's not feeling very well today"
Our neighbour found her walking in her sleep
Through their onion patch on bruised and bloodied feet
Singing an unrecognizable melody
Upon a voice not her own
She saw it again -- the apparition in the hall:
A heavyset man in old-fashioned railway uniform
Carrying under one arm his blinking severed head
The grey lips opening and closing
And the question they were posing
Was "where are you going?"
Where are you going?
We would later discover
The previous owner of this house was the former stationmaster
Before the line was closed, after the war
According to the knocker-upper
He was only a relatively young man and a brand new father
When he took his final step in front of a train
And with a squeal of brakes
Abruptly departed body from brain
Elsie was the girl on the estate
To pass between the hallowed Royal Grammar gates Then onto Cambridge University
Who paid a generous annual bursary
Now she's an associate research analyst
Two years at the London School of Economics
Trying with a wayward husband
To keep a happy home and bring up her boy
She saw him again -- the apparition in the hall:
A heavyset man in old-fashioned railway uniform
Carrying under one arm his blinking severed head
The grey lips opening and closing
And the question they were posing
Is "where are you going?"
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
Elsie's little friends don't come anymore
With their little knuckles rapping at the door
"Sorry girls, she can't come out to play
El's not feeling very well today"
Our neighbour found her walking in her sleep
Through their onion patch on bruised and bloodied feet
Singing an unrecognizable melody
Upon a voice not her own
She saw it again -- the apparition in the hall:
A heavyset man in old-fashioned railway uniform
Carrying under one arm his blinking severed head
The grey lips opening and closing
And the question they were posing
Was "where are you going?"
Where are you going?
We would later discover
The previous owner of this house was the former stationmaster
Before the line was closed, after the war
According to the knocker-upper
He was only a relatively young man and a brand new father
When he took his final step in front of a train
And with a squeal of brakes
Abruptly departed body from brain
Elsie was the girl on the estate
To pass between the hallowed Royal Grammar gates Then onto Cambridge University
Who paid a generous annual bursary
Now she's an associate research analyst
Two years at the London School of Economics
Trying with a wayward husband
To keep a happy home and bring up her boy
She saw him again -- the apparition in the hall:
A heavyset man in old-fashioned railway uniform
Carrying under one arm his blinking severed head
The grey lips opening and closing
And the question they were posing
Is "where are you going?"
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
