Sometimes I wonder,
I wonder where we are
And are we here or are we there?
And then again I wonder why
Am I too old or too young to cry?
Touch of her hand is as gentle as its kind
The room is dulled by the mallow traces of wine
Wind comes in,
flowers from the hills Gentle lace curtains rustle on the sill
And all I think about is how I'd like to shout I do,
without a doubt I do
Am I?
I know I am, I'm real Yes, I'm the man who said,
hey girl
Lay down beside me, sharing my glass of wine
All you fools of old,
believe me now I know I've changed my lessons,
I've learned them
well And time teaches all, it's time that makes
us tall We grow up wiser,
day by day
Time to think about things we have no doubt
knowing Is the knowing of just what's wrong
And all I think about is how I'd like to shout I do,
without a doubt I do
Am I?
I know I am, I'm real Yes, I'm the man who said
Knowing
is the knowing of just what's wrong