Why are the mountains so high?
Where did the blue skies come from?
Why do I call you Mommy and Daddy
instead of Dolly or Joe?

Why does it get dark at night?
Where do babies come from?
Who was the first to set a timer
for me to go to bed?

So many questions unanswered
So much for us to learn
How many lives do I need to live
to end the curiosity?

Things pass on, though slow it seems
They trickle like water past the rocks in a stream
Start slow as a whisper, and then climb to a yell
Start soft like heaven, then hard as hell.

Some things pass by and resound in ways
Like the whispers of the past that echo in caves
Like the tickle of the wind as it comforts me;
Carries worries on away on the ripple of a breeze.

On honey times a’ racing and times standing still
In the cracks of my heart there’s space left to fill
A minute seems short when forever’s on the line
You’ve given me a limit on winning all your time.