Why do the men stray 

Why do the women pray 

Why do the men fight 

Why do the women sympathize 



Whoa it was easier before I loved 

Before this heart was turned to stone 

Before this blood was stirred and blood was spilled 

No one was ever meant to be alone 



Why do the birds sing 

What do they call that thing 

Why do the bombs boom 

We're running out of living room 



Our needs getting needier and needier 

More lies are told until they're truth 

Until the messages are massacred 

Old men get all their killing done with youth 



Why do the men stray 

Why do the women pray 

Why do the men fight 

Why do the women sympathize 



All these wooden houses 

Light themselves on fire in turn 

Oh but someday there will be nothing left to burn 

Oh someday there will be nothing left to burn 



Whoa 

Whoa 

Someday someday someday someday