The Question Is

And if one saved humanity
What good would it do, I just can't see
When we're all very firmly stuck
Like little clams, and water's mud

Stuck in this lifetime, good or bad
Avoiding the fact that we've been had
By the inclination to multiply
Work so hard, then lay down and die

The question is the only thing that leaves nothing

Why do people go round and round
Looking for ways to leave the ground
Wasting time from start to end
Looking for answers, God will send

It doesn't seem to make much sense
To praise any gram of importance
There's no commands to be amused
All there is is being abused

And if one saved humanity
What good would it do, I just can't see
When we're all very firmly stuck
Like little clams, and water's mud

It doesn't seem to make much sense
To praise any gram of importance
There's no commands to be amused
All there is is being abused

The question is the only thing that leaves nothing