I’ve asked my angels, why? 
But they don’t know. 
What for do mothers cry 
And rivers flow? 
Why are the skies so blue 
And mountains high? 
What for is your love always passing by?

I’ve asked my uncle Joe 
But he can’t speak. 
Why does the wind still blow 
And blood still leak? 
So many questions now with no reply, 
What for do people live until they die?

What for are we living? 
What for are we crying? 
What for are we dying? 
Only Mr. God knows why 
What for are we living? 
What for are we dreaming? 
What for are we losing? 
Only Mr. God knows why

(But) His phone today is out of range

The sun that’s painted black 
Is rising high. 
The time is turning back 
I wonder why 
So many questions now with no reply 
What for do people live until they die?