If the light from the window is making you weep,
The sidewalks are bare and you're struggling to sleep,
Then why is it some people smile at the dawn?
It's all clear to me but I'm not letting on.

The world's turning east but the wind's to the west,
And in all of your time here you couldn't have guessed
If the sun is so bright why the sky is still blue;
Well, I know the answer but I'm not telling you.

If you feel like you're wasting the time of your life,
You tally your days in the wall with a knife,
Then how come the good times are fresh in your brain?
Don't ask me to say when the cause is so plain.

And why is it everyone acts as they do?
I'd tell you why but I haven't a clue.

They say that today is the first of the rest of your life,
And the last of the life that you've known;
And you can sleep in and hide,
You can make it outside,
Take what you see and then make it your own.

So why is it everyone acts as they do?
I'd tell you why but I haven't a clue.

You see that today is the first of the rest of your life,
The last of the life that you've lived;
And you can stare straight ahead
Or look backwards instead,
But if you like what you get,
Then we'd love what you give.