Gold Web

If you were a tall pine

In an old park leanin'

Or some bright

Flower dyin'

A wild rose

An iris

Or if you were an airplane

Or the clear sky

Or the jet stream

Then you wouldn't have to

Ask why

Wake up in the mornin'

In the wild wind

Of your dreaming

A scarecrow

Scared of wanting

So afraid to

Be reaching

But out there

In the tall grass

A bright future

You can build it

It's still you

Who will have to

Ask why

Forever guessing

The gold web of your questions

A world made of confusion

That you always feel lost in

But under every eyelid

Every heartbeat, every white rib

Is someone who is asking why

Under every eyelid

Every heartbeat

Pumping red blood

Is someone

Who is asking why