Going Nowhere

I'm not quite sure about
What i'm doing here
Can i have an explanation
Why i ain't come from there
It could be my fate in hands
Of someone i can't stare
Feel right won't make it
Fade away

Cause i have to tell you
I'll be there
I was born in the wrong place
And wrong date
I think about it every single day
Not only in dazy days

I have a question
Could you answer me
Why don't we choose the place
That we feel is near
And i pray to god and who
Can hear me right here
So i will feel right
When i get away

And i have to tell you
I'll be there
I was born in the wrong place
And wrong date
I think about it every single day
Not only in dazy days

I have a question
Could you answer me
Why don't we choose the place
That we feel is near
And i pray to god and who
Can hear me right here
So i will feel right
When i get away

It's something i can get