Sometimes I wonder why the rain must fall
And tears come down like thunder
Sometimes I wonder
Why must we live alone only to go back home
Where the green grass and roots grow from under.
Sometimes I wonder.
Early morning sunsets, haven't seen the bed yet
Thoughts of sleep now pull me under
Sometimes I wonder
But there's no need to think of it.
There's really nothing much to it.
It's so easy for her, she shuts the door.
As if it's all been done before.
Well if it's all been done, then why can't I find the sun.
The clouds have come the sun is now under.
Sometimes I wonder ...
