Why? - Brook & Waxing lyrics

Pray hard like a pious pope but hope for no diamonds. If some divine Simon spoke or came down to find us-- Caught here in our lab coats, but without a science-- Would we see light? I might decide, While I'm a live I'll feel alive, And what's next I guess I'll know when I've gotten there. Am I careful til past dull? Will be, is, or has been? Hope I'm waxing as in half-full, Lit-wick candles lasting. Born Lonesome, bald, and bashful with a nastinnati accent. On the East Side. Oh, I can decide, While I'm a live I'll feel alive, And what's next I guess I'll know when I've gotten there.