Wondering

Life is always strange
You just get used to it Once in a while something reminds you
Then your forget about it Its all over…
Heard it at the coffee shop
And on the radio
Its all over…
Theyre talking at the trolley stop
And everywhere I go Its all over
All of the suffering
Its all over…
All of the other things
I know its all over now
But for the wondering
We could change our minds
But whats the use of it?
If theres a thing we havent tried
Too tired to think about it Its all over
I cant pick up the telephone
Somebody wants to know
Its all over…
The thing that can never be known
A place well never go Its all over
No more imagining
Its all over
Is that a tragic thing?
I know its all over know
But for the wondering