Too Many Questions

My coffee is cold 
And yesterday 
Is stuck with me
And I can't wake up 
From my sleep
I feel 
Like a grain of salt 
In the shaker 
But the day 
That I meet 
My maker or the day 
That I see my undertaker 
Ya see

Chorus:
All I have 
Is too many questions
Is there something 
Someone forgot 
To mention to me
But I walk on 
With out hesitation
To my unknown 
Own destination
With the music 
Like syncopation
And explore 
My own imagi..nation

How do I know 
If I am right in why 
I feel like I do
And separate the truth 
From the lies
And why do we only 
Take any action 
Wwhen it comes 
To our satisfaction
When we only need 
Just a fraction 
Of what we need

(Chorus)

How do I climb up 
On out of this funk 
I'm in 
And how do I cling 
To the frame 
Of diving timing?
Why do 
I doubt sometimes 
That of which 
I know for sure?
And why 
When I've had enough 
Do I seem 
To ask for more?
How do I climb up 
On out of this funk 
I'm in 
And how do I cling 
To the frame 
Of diving timing?
Why do old habits 
Die so hard 
God knows 
I try and try  
And why ask why?

(Chorus 2x)