Where do we come from? Where do we go?
Does anyone really know? Who knows?
Maybe God will show us the way if we pray in the early light of the day
Some people stay at home all of their lives
Others go wherever the wind blows
So it goes
For some it seems best just to go with the flow
As for me, I'm at home wherever I go.
Some of us come and go much too fast
Where will I find my love, a love that will last?
Will I have to wait my whole life to find
A love that will last a whole lifetime?
How do I know the right time to live it?
To let it go? I know I've gotta give it to get it though
So it goes
I know that the birds are singing outside
They're not screaming at me
They're singing just because they're alive
I see you seeing me
When I look into your eyes, love is all I see