I wish I knew, I wish I knew What makes me, me, and what makes you, you It's just another point of view, ooo A state of mind I'm going through, yes So what I see is never true, ahhh I wish I could tell, I wish I could tell What makes a heaven what makes a hell And do I get to ring my bell, ooo Or land up in some dusty cell, no While others reach the big hotel, yeah I wish I had, I wish I had The secret of good, and the secret of bad Why does this question drive me mad? ahhh 'Cause I was taught when but a lad, yes That bad was good and good was bad, ahhh I wish I knew the mystery of That thing called hate, and that thing called love What makes the in-between so rough? ahhh Why is it always push and shove? ahhh I guess I just don't know enough, yes