Anything But The Truth
If they tell me that the beesDon’t make honey anymoreThen what am I supposed to tell youAnd if they tell me that the oceanIs tired of her shoresThen tell meWhat am I supposed to tell you
When I can’t tell you anythingBut the truth
When I can’t tell you anythingBut the truthWhat happens to an eagle’s nestIn a stormHow does the mamaKeep the baby warmWhat if the windIs telling us that its timeAnd what if we’re not ready to fly
I can’t tell you anythingBut the truthI can’t tell you anythingBut the truthTree tops they touch the groundIn the morning walk with no soundHear no birds, hear no planesThrough the mud, feel the clayBuild it up, make it singMake it strong, give it wings
But I can’t tell you anythingBut the truthBut I can’t tell you anythingBut the truth
What is this placeWho am IWhy did we come hereWhat is this placeWho am IWhy did we come here
I don’t know I don’t knowBut I don’t knowThat we’re meant to knowI don’t know I don’t knowBut I don’t knowThat we’re meant to know.