We'll settle for the silence,
The break after the bend
Where the blacktop stops and the wanderer
Finds the refuge but still knows that it's the end.
And there's never any question
Whether questions will remain
So it's always that our quests in
What seems simple but could never be explained.
Where do we come from and where do we go?
We don't know! We don't know!
Where do we come from and where do we go?
We don't know! We don't know!
Are we figuring slowly or wasting our time?
We don't know! We don't know!
Shouting in spaces but only to find that
We don't know? We don't know!
The more you loved the world
Then the more you came to see
As a hindrance, or then merely as a means.
And you said,
"Where do we come from and where do we go?
We don't know! We don't know!
Where do we come from and where do we go?
We don't know! We don't know!
Are we figuring slowly or wasting our time?
We don't know! We don't know!
Shouting in spaces but only to find that
We don't know? We don't know!"
We met between the sunset
And the lighting of the lamps
In a dismal way you motioned
For a smoke, and then in a muffled chant,
"Where do we come from and where do we go?
We don't know! We don't know!
Where do we come from and where do we go?
We don't know! We don't know!
Are we figuring slowly or wasting our time?
We don't know! We don't know!
Shouting in spaces but only to find that
We don't know? We don't know!"