It - Cass McCombs

It is not wealth

To have more than others

It is not peace

When others are in pain

It perched there coiling light

Though that many years ago

I remember the feeling like it was today

A strange feeling like a living memory

Like a weird kind of stranja-vu or something

I want to know, I want to know

How can it stop when there’s nowhere to go?

It is not vicory

To murder thousands in battle

It is not health

To take vitamins and excercise

Then what’s even stranger is the moment it left

The memory feeling, it grew very dim

And we all were in disagreement about what we had seen

And Trevor said, «If you’ve seen it, it just dropped you off»

I want to know, I want to know

Where was it from?

and where did it go?

All its life, wandering

All of mine, wondering

It is neither animated nor unanimated

Vegetable nor machine, real nor unreal

It exists as ‘It', in fact we can’t even be sure of that

And there it is, a strange group memory

I want to know, I want to know

How can it stop when there’s nowhere to go?

I want to know, I want to know

Where was it from?

and where did it go?