You have a lot of questions
You really don't know why you are here
You're born your fed, go to school
Grow a beard and you're so cool
Fell in love, move from home
You broke up, and you're still not satisfied
You are free, but you're not
Could the problem be yourself,
We don't say that, do we?

And one day you will marry,
have a wife, and a kid and a car
Watch TV, have a beer, growing fat,
be dumb and ask your star
What is life what is not
Who are you, still don't know
And inside sometimes it hurts
But the problem is in you, not
somewhere else

What a joy what a pleasure
Live a life without even half a clue
What you try to hold on to
You will loose it in the end,
don't you know
Did you ever think of Jesus?
For Gods sake He's worth the chance
Did you ever look for Jesus?
Did you asked for Him?

Na... na...