I’ve asked my angels,
why?
But they don’t know.
What for do mothers cry
And rivers flow?
Why are the skies so blue
And mountains high?
What for is your love
always passing by?

I’ve asked my uncle Joe
But he can’t speak.
Why does the wind still blow
And blood still leak?
So many questions now with no reply,
What for do people live until they die?

What for are we living?
What for are we crying?
What for are we dying?
Only Mr. God knows why
What for are we living?
What for are we dreaming?
What for are we losing?
Only Mr. God knows why

(But) His phone today is out of range

The sun that’s painted black
Is rising high.
The time is turning back
I wonder why
So many questions now with no reply
What for do people live until they die?