Only A Fool

Only A Fool

Well the New England cold was making me old, leaving me nothing but mean

I was out in the back under attack, from a north wind bending the trees

And the birds that I'd know had already flown with no sentimental goodbyes

And the things I believed conspired to leave me with thoughts that I'd rather deny

'Cause only the world moves on

And only a martyr could love to die

And only God knows what it all means

And only a fool would ask why

Well yesterday's news was lit like a fuse and everything started to turn

I was out of myself, up on a shelf thinking 'bout something I learned

The promise it said was farther ahead and everyone wanted to go

But ghosts from the past like a hurricane blast scatter the seeds that we sow

And only the world moves on

And only a martyr could love to die

And only God knows what it all means

And only a fool would ask why

Well the books that I've read sit by the bed, they help me to get through the day

And if words are a drug my grave has been dug, I can't seem to put them away

And yesterdays plans, like dirt on my hands remind me there's more to be done

I pray that the youth might look for the truth and hope it's already begun

'Cause only the world moves on

And only a martyr could love to die

And only God knows what it all means

And only a fool would ask why

And only a fool would ask why

And I'll be the fool every time