i pull out my magnifying glass i m searching for treasure on a map if i wasn t as drunk as a kite maybe i d find some tonight i m fishing for diamonds in the rain so i lower my string down the sewer main i try and i try but the story stays the same my dirty hands are filled with dirty change dirty change so i want to know i want to know where the sun goes where the sun goes i want to go i want to go where the sun goes where the sun goes at midnight i feel like a fish banging my fin on the tank i m just floating around praying for it to break it s cold in here when the light starts to fade and the only place to be is in the shade in the shade  i want to know i want to know where the sun goes where the sun goes i want to go i want to go where the sun goes where the sun goes