Have you ever had this feeling that the world is so big?
With endless possibilities without a red x to say "dig"
And other times you ask yourself: why?
Why do this, why do that, why do anything at all?
Why, why, why
And the moon shines down
As if he has a frown
Wondering why you are asking
Why, why, why
And you stare up hoping for once! he has an answer
But all you have is
Why, why, why
And then he speaks to them, not you, them
Like some gossiping girl, not telling the actual person
And then you find that they aren't as bad as them seem
And you find your past, a past forgotten
And you find your home, and your family
And someone who believes in you
And you forget to ask why
And the moon shines down as if to say, "I was answering you this whole time
You just were too blinded by the 'Why's', to listen."