Too Hard to Find
Why do we run about this round about only to dwell?
Why do we care what’s in the air when we breathe?
Why do we quit, take the chance to sit? It’s not over.
The question needs an answer, the answer needs a mind
Too bad the latter is too hard to find.
It's too hard to find
Why do we ponder where we’ll wander? Heaven or hell?
Why do we intend to pretend we need others to believe?
Why do we cheat if it’s incomplete? Don’t start over.
The question needs an answer, the answer needs a mind
Too bad the latter is too hard to find.
It's too hard to find
