In the ebb and flow of living As we wander through the years We're told to listen to a voice We can't here with our ears They say to live by something That you can't see with your eyes Is there really any purpose To this foolish exercise? Chorus Could it be You make Your presence known So often by Your absence? Could it be that questions tell us more Than answers ever do? Could it be that You would really rather die Than live without us? Could it be the only answer that means anything Is You? In our words and in our silence In our pride and in our shame To the genius and the scholar To the foolish and insane To the ones who care to seek You To the ones who never will You are the only answer even still Chorus It's a question you can't answer An answer you cannot express That the gentle Man of Sorrow Is the source of happiness You'll never solve the mystery Of this magnetic man For you must believe to understand Chorus Could it be the only answer that means anything Is You?