I’ve no idea what I’m doing here

Of course, it could just be an accident of fate

But it would be kind of nice

if someone could just tell me straight.

 

As an example of the human race

I’m feeling pretty good

Well, I’ve got a roof above my head,

I’m breathing

And the blood

That keeps going round and round

Takes the oxygen to my head

Or so it’s been said

 

I might as well ask

is there a reason for the air that I breathe?

Is there a reason for the things

in which I believe?

What is the force that makes my heart beat?

What is the answer that will make me complete?

 

I’ve no choice but to carry on as before

Though I might begin to contemplate the nature of fate

With a view to understanding

at some distant future date