Wondering Why
Idlewild plays from the groves of my mind
Im holding the world in my arms tonight
And he’s looking up, staring at me
Wondering why….
Why am I here?
Where do I go?
How do I know?
Who do I trust?
You’re looking at different version of me
Cause I’m a child just like you.
And I’m looking up, staring above
Wondering Why…
Why am I here?
Where do I go?
How do I know?
Who do I trust?
It’s not a broken record,
it’s just a little worn out.
Played too many times.
But you get the idea,
Of what he had in mind,
As I play it for you,
Does it sounds familiar?
As I play it for you
Does it sound familiar?
For every complex question, there is an answer, both simple and wrong.
Hence were looking up, staring above
Wondering Why…
Why are we here?
Where do we go?
How do we know?
Who do we trust?
In advance I ask you:
Please forgive me.
It’s not my fault.
At least not it all.
Please forgive me.
It’s not my fault.
At least not it all.