When will we see him, where will we find him?
How will we know he's the one?
Who will he talk to, what will he tell them?
Why won't he hurry and come?
He's got the answers, he knows the reasons
He'll tell us just what to do
So what is your question, what will you ask him?
What do you want from the truth?
Where did we come from, where are we going?
What are we doing here?
Why ain't I pretty, how come I'm stupid?
Why do I have this here fear?
Is there a way out, how can I get out?
There must be some way out of here.
Didi and Gogo and Little Pablo, everybody's looking for the truth
But he can't come today, maybe he'll come tomorrow.
Where does he come from, how will he get here, is he from some other place?
Who are his people, what is his background, does anyone knows his race?
What's his schooling, where did he study, what does he do with his life?
What's his profession, his occupation, I wonder if he has a wife.
We need a leader, we need a master
We can't do it all on our own
We need a guru, we need a boo hoo
We're afraid of being alone
He's got the answers, he knows the reasons
He'll tell us just what to do.
He can't come today, maybe he'll come tomorrow.