Where she can feel a thing
You'd have to be a racecar driver
To catch up with him
You'd have to be an astronaut,
You'd have to be a shrink
You'd have to be an acrobat
'Cause where they go, where they go
Nobody knows
'Cause where they go, where they go
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows,
Nobody knows
She throws out her feet, he holds them
He stands on her hands, she trips him
You'd have to be an acrobat to touch her
You'd have to be a saint
You'd have to be a racecar driver
'Cause where they go, where they go
Nobody knows...
