To write this little note to you.
To wish the words out of my mind.
Always wonderin what it's for,
I can't seem to find
The answers to the questions deep inside.
But at night there seems to be a calm,
When the words can wash away the wounds.
Take a good look at what you've got,
Because tommorow a mystery.
Who
Knows
The way it's gunna be
Who
Knows
I will not come around for you
In your waiting room.
I will not wait around for you
In your living room.
Wishing on a star,
I turn the page to start a new.
Sitting in my car,
I write this little note to you.
Always wonderin what it's for,
I can't seem to find
The answers to the questions deep inside.
But at night there seems to be a calm,
When the words can wash away the wounds.
Take a good look at what you've got,
Because tommorow a mystery.
Who
Knows
The way it's gunna be
Who
Knows
I will not come around for you
In your waiting room.
I will not wait around for you
In your living room.
Who
Knows
The way it's gunna be
Who
Knows
Who'll come for me.
Who
Knows. . .