Sometimes when I am doing something I really enjoy A friend knocks the door so I let her in She asks me, what are you up to? And I say, I don’t know… nothing much Maybe I’ll have a few books open looking at pages I like to see Or I’m listening to music Probably the telly’s on And before she asked me what I was doing, I felt like I was really doing something Only now I am not so sure
All the mountains high And the streams running high They don’t ask why, why do I Something doesn’t make Everytime I ask myself why Why I do that thing Shouldn’t I be doing something important
Maybe I’m doing nothing, just running through a film in my mind Or listening to cars outside on the street Then there will be a voice in my head The voice comes and she said Shouldn’t you be doing something important Cuz look at you sitting through time and time running through you And away with you and what have you got to show for your time I don’t know… All I know is I didn’t worry about showing anything for my time Before I asked that question why
Cuz something doesn’t make Everytime I ask myself why Why I do that thing Shouldn’t I be doing something important
All the mountains high And the streams running high They don’t ask why, why do I