You Asked Me

You asked me why water gets cold in the winter.
I crossed the ice and said, why does it matter?
You asked me why seeds drift downwind, but down only.
As long as trees still grow, does it matter?

Your questions come and go unanswered,
And that's the way of it, I fear.

You asked me why plan is the root of all progress.
I said, think process, another matter.
And you asked me why your tears come both laughing and crying.
What am I to say, dear, what's the matter...

Your questions come and go unanswered,
And that's the way of it, I fear.

What's the shape of Heaven?
And where does love make its home?
And if I'm stuck in limbo, what lies above and below?

Where does love make its home?
And do you cry without reason?
Half a turn out of season...
And what's the shape of Heaven?

You asked me why plan is the root of all progress.
I said, think process, another matter.
You asked me why your tears come both laughing and crying.
And all that I can say is, I don't know....