Too Many Questions

My coffee is cold

And yesterday Is stuck with me

And I can't wake up From my sleep

I feel Like a grain of salt In the shaker

But the day That I meet My maker

or the day That I see my undertaker

Ya see

All I have Is too many questions

Is there something Someone forgot To mention to me

But I walk on With out hesitation

To my unknown Own destination

With the music Like syncopation

And explore My own imagi nation

How do I know If I am right in why

I feel like I do And separate the truth From the lies

And why do we only Take any action

When it comes To our satisfaction

When we only need Just a fraction

Of what we need

All I have Is too many questions

Is there something Someone forgot To mention to me

But I walk on With out hesitation

To my unknown Own destination

With the music Like syncopation

And explore My own imagi nation

How do I climb up On out of this funk I'm in

And how do I cling To the frame Of diving timing?

Why do I doubt sometimes That of which I know for sure?

And why When I've had enough

Do I seem To ask for more?

How do I climb up On out of this funk I'm in

And how do I cling To the frame Of diving timing?

Why do old habits Die so hard God knows

I try and try And why ask why?

All I have Is too many questions

Is there something Someone forgot To mention to me

But I walk on With out hesitation

To my unknown Own destination

With the music Like syncopation

And explore My own imagi nation

All I have Is too many questions

Is there something Someone forgot To mention to me

But I walk on With out hesitation

To my unknown Own destination

With the music Like syncopation

And explore My own imagi nation

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