What am i doing here? what are we doing here? That's the question of the day Is it a privilege? is it a prison? Is it a school will we graduate? Then who is the teacher? what was the lesson? I'd like to know if it's not too late But nobody asks any more Nobody wants to be a bore Nobody wants to be the one to say I've got one stupid question that's been Hanging in the back of my mind year after year When i'm sittin by the fire in the moonlight I just can't help but wonder what am i doing here? Will you still love me when i'm not pretty When i can't sing anymore? I hope i'm not there yet Let me know if i missed it I'll do it till it don't sound good any more Maybe when i'm 84 and i don't want to sing anymore I just want to sit on the floor and meditate a little more On that One stupid question that keeps Hanging in the back of my mind year after year When i'm sittin by the fire in the moonlight I just can't help but wonder What am i doing here? Maybe that's not the question Maybe i'm wasting precious energy on things I'll never know Why can't i just live my life doing what i think is right Doing what i hope will help me grow? But i just can't ignore it can't seem to let go of it Like a dream that i can't recall in the day And if life is really just a dream I hope it's a really good dream And when i wake up i'm gonna say I've got one stupid question That's been hanging in the back of my mind year after ear When i'm sittin by the fire in the moonlight I just can't help but wonder What am i doing here?