Image of a Son

When you shot the bullet from the gun Made in an image of a son And you, who wouldn't, couldn't run Who will undo what you have done Where have we gone Where have we gone Where have we gone Gone wrong Where have we gone Where have we gone Where have we gone Gone wrong It seems the storm has come and gone Leaving no child left to run It's likely that the son will rise along We will no longer sing your songs Where have we gone Where have we gone Where have we gone Gone wrong Where have we gone Where have we gone Where have we gone Gone wrong Bending the thoughts to fit the mold Taking your thoughts before they're cold Giving you every reason to go numb Who will undo what they have done Where have we gone Where have we gone Where have we gone Gone wrong Where have we gone Where have we gone Where have we gone Gone wrong