She asked me if the world was ending,
I asked, "The whole world, or just yours?
'Cause baby there ain't no use pretending
That either way we'll probably kill ourselves with wars."
Where will I be when Jesus comes back?
I will just be right where I've been.
Well let me ask you where he's been this whole time,
Just to make it for the end?
I'm feeling like a bird in winter,
I'm feeling like a compass spinning away,
And I'll eat up my three-course dinner,
Every moment of the day,
Till there's nothing in our way.
I'm busy climbing up a mountain,
Next week I'll be climbing up a tree,
And the following week, I'll be swimming in the creek,
What's it gonna take for you to come with me?
Call it an existential crisis,
Or call it completely insane,
But what about this damn life isn't?
We watch it spin around before we go down the drain.
Now the paradox still lingers,
But the love and hurt are almost gone,
'Cause when bees sting, they leave their stingers,
Leaving us here to figure out right from wrong.