Too Many Questions

My coffee is cold, and yesterday is stuck with me And I can't wake up from my sleep I feel like a grain of salt in the shaker But the day that I meet my maker or The day that I see my undertaker, ya see All I have is too many questions Is there something someone Forgot to mention to me But I walk on with out hesitation To my unknown own destination With the music like syncopation And explore my own imagination How do I know if I am right in why I feel like I do And separate the truth from the lies And why do we only take any action when it comes to our satisfaction When we only need just a fraction of what we need. All I have is too many questions Is there something someone Forgot to mention to me But I walk on with out hesitation To my unknown own destination With the music like syncopation And explore my own imagination How do I climb up on out of this funk I'm in and how do I cling to the frame of diving timing? Why do I doubt sometimes, that of which I know for sure? And why when I've had enough, do I seem to ask for more? How do I climb up on out of this funk I'm in and how do I cling to the frame of diving timing? Why do old habits die so hard, God knows I try and try - and why ask why? All I have is too many questions Is there something someone Forgot to mention to me But I walk on with out hesitation To my unknown own destination With the music like syncopation And explore my own imagination All I have is too many questions Is there something someone Forgot to mention to me But I walk on with out hesitation To my unknown own destination With the music like syncopation And explore my own imagination