Can you hear the ringing of the bell tower
Counting off the days we can't replace
I would like to think it's not that way
All the songs that find you in the city
Pull you from your bedroom to the streets
Pushing all your sadness underneath

There's a song I've been singing
All these years as they pass
There's a lot of big questions I never ask
There's a lot of questions never asked

Consider the lillies of the valleys
Neither do they toil or they spin
Still a quiet hand is watching over them
I became a prodigal and left here
My petals out like windmills in the air
Waiting for a breese
For any sign of care

There's a song I've been singing
All these years as they pass
There's a lot of big questions I never ask
There's a lot of questions never asked