The Roadshow

I Wonder

Eagles fly, way up high, I've heard them sigh, when good men die
I wonder, why they do what they do.
I wonder, why they do what they do.

Rivers flow, free and wild, sometimes angry, sometimes mild
I wonder, why they do what they do.
I wonder, why they do what they do.

Mountains rise, they touch the skies, they watch the world with stone cold eyes
I wonder, why they do what they do.
I wonder, why they do what they do.

Stars above, shining bright, they light the way on a dark cold night
I wonder, why they do what they do.
I wonder, why they do what they do.

You feel the flames, they have name, they're sometimes wild and sometimes tame
I wonder, why they do what they do.
I wonder, why they do what they do.

Time is ours, to dwell upon, today is's here, tomorrow gone
I wonder, why we do what we do.
I wonder, why we do what we do.

Love is free, it's ours to give, can free your soul, can make you live
I wonder, why we do what we do.
I wonder, why we do what we do.

Heaven's waiting, at the end, they say that angels are the friends of men
I wonder, why they do what they do.
I wonder, why they do what they do.

The earth is home, it gives us life, why must we toil, my must we fight
I wonder, why we do what we do.
I wonder... how about you.