My coffee is cold And yesterday Is stuck with me And I can't wake up From my sleep I feel Like a grain of salt In the shaker But the day That I meet My maker or the day That I see my undertaker Ya see Chorus: All I have Is too many questions Is there something Someone forgot To mention to me But I walk on With out hesitation To my unknown Own destination With the music Like syncopation And explore My own imagi..nation How do I know If I am right in why I feel like I do And separate the truth From the lies And why do we only Take any action Wwhen it comes To our satisfaction When we only need Just a fraction Of what we need (Chorus) How do I climb up On out of this funk I'm in And how do I cling To the frame Of diving timing? Why do I doubt sometimes That of which I know for sure? And why When I've had enough Do I seem To ask for more? How do I climb up On out of this funk I'm in And how do I cling To the frame Of diving timing? Why do old habits Die so hard God knows I try and try And why ask why? (Chorus 2x)