There are millions of people in the world Cowboys and Indians and all their boys and girls But when I go home so lonely only darkness I can see and I write down all the places that I'd rather be When I think of the problems in my life I hope someone out there is listening tonight So when I lay down to go to sleep I can wipe away all my tears 'Cause they're asking all the questions that I want to hear When I walk down the street All the children at my feet They love to be asking why The people in my town Don't ever ask me where I'm heading These are the days when we have to be asking questions What are the questions we ask when we're asking questions? These are the days when we have to be asking questions What are the questions we ask when we're asking questions? Who asks the questions after all? What are we here for? How did we get here? What are we doing? All of the things we love