Where did it go, all of that energy? God only knows, but now there's nothing left of me.I used to be the pretty face in the school photograph. The one I used to want so hard, but stayed the middle of the class.And in an effort to get on, I moved to the city where everybody knows, everybody knows everything about every damn thing.I wear sophisticated clothes and the life I believed in, but soon I wonder if it is everything or nothing at all.So where do I go?To find a new energy.Deep down I know, there must be something here for me.Cause I'm a little bit logical, I'm not too cynical.So when the moment takes me, it's just plain magical.And in an effort to get on, I moved to the city where everybody knows, everybody knows everything about every damn thing.And in an effort to get on, I moved to the city where everybody knows, everybody knows everything about every damn thing.I wear sophisticated clothes and the life I believed in, but soon I wonder if it is everything or nothing at all.Nothing at all.Nothing at all.Nothing at all.Nothing at all.Nothing at all.Nothing at all.Nothing at all.Nothing at all.