sometimes i wonder if i need stress to survive
i wonder if that's true
cuz i sure can't seem to get enough
and i wonder if death is really like life itself
is it death that i fear
or just the means of its approach
and i wonder if love will be like it is in all my dreams
knights in shining armor
ringing bells and angel wings
all those false romantic notions embedded in my brain
and i wonder, and i wonder
nothing seems to matter
these mundane and trivial tasks
tax and debt and consequence
and i wonder when it will blow away
all this worry and care that multiplies, intensifies suspended overhead
and i wonder, and i wonder
sometimes i seem to wonder if you and i will ever fly
or even get off the ground
and i imagine what it would be like
and i wonder when the dawn will come
will i be prepared or not
no gravity or tax
or government or war
united in a manner that has never been before
and i wonder, and i wonder
for some i have the answer
and some i'll never know
but it keeps me active and pondering