Why do the men stray?
Why do the women pray?
Why do the men fight?
Why do the women sympathize?

Whoa it was easier before I looked
Before this heart was turned to stone
Before this blood was stirred and blood was spilled
No one was ever meant to be alone

Why do the birds sing?
What do they call that thing?
Why do the bombs bloom?
We're running out of living room?

Our needs getting needier and needier
More lies are told until they're truth
Until the messages are massacred
Old men get all their killing done with youth

Why do the men stray?
Why do the women pray?
Why do the men fight?
Why do the women sympathize?

All these wooden houses
Light themselves on fire in turn
Oh but someday there will be nothing left to burn
Oh someday there will be nothing left to burn

Whoa
Whoa
Someday someday someday someday