I sit and I wonder
while I sit and I wander.
I think of what I do know,
and of those things that I don't.
Of what I need,
and simply of wants.

I think of this life,
then of our deaths.
How could we know
where to place bets?

Of course, I think of you,
I think of me.
And then of all,
that is yet to be.

Down these deep chasms of
my mind, I walk.
Questioning everything,
of which I'm unwilling to talk.

There seems to be purpose
to my life after all.
Who would have thought,
after such a great fall?

The train rumbles by,
the whistle keeps a-blowin'.
And I can't figure out,
just where I'mma goin'.

And so it comes,
as quickly as it came.
I have wondered,
and, Lord, I have wandered.
Only just to realize,
it's always the same.