Million People

There are millions of people in the world
Cowboys and Indians and all their boys and girls
But when I go home so lonely only darkness
I can see and I write down all the places that I’d rather be
When I think of the problems in my life
I hope someone out there is listening tonight
So when I lay down to go to sleep I can wipe away all my tears
'Cause they’re asking all the questions that I want to hear
When I walk down the street
All the children at my feet
They love to be asking why
The people in my town
Don’t ever ask me where I’m heading
These are the days when we have to be asking questions
What are the questions we ask when we’re asking questions?
These are the days when we have to be asking questions
What are the questions we ask when we’re asking questions?
Who asks the questions after all?
What are we here for?
How did we get here?
What are we doing?
All of the things we love