Is the only reason you're holding me tonight 'Cause we're scared to be lonely? Is it just our bodies? Are we both losing our minds? Scared to be lonely Magnifying all our flaws And I wonder why, wonder what for Do we need somebody just to feel like we're

Harlem once was red line district rated Designated ghetto like the yellow star of David And you wonder why people don't own their homes 'Cause the racist bank wouldn't fuckin' mortgage a loan Until after the invasion of gentrification Eminent domain

Slowly you fade Slowly it fades Many tribes of a modern kind, Doing brand new work, same spirit by side, Joining hearts and hand and ancestral twine, ancestral twine Give it time and wonder why Do what we can laugh an we cry And we sleep in your dust

Oh, oh, but sweetness follows It's these little things, they can pull you under Readying to bury your father and your mother What did you think when you lost another? I used to wonder why did you bother Distanced from one, blind to the other? Listen

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it

Now face north Think about direction, wonder why you haven't before Now stand in the place where you work Now face west, think about the place where you live Wonder why you haven't before Stand in the place where you live Your feet are going to be on the

Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be, oh You start to wonder why you're here not there And you'd give anything to get what's fair But fair ain't what you really need

This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself. I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go. Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else. Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black, Why you never see bright colors on my back, And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone. Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on. I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,

I'm still dreaming of you And the moon's still floating high What a wonderful surprise I close my eyes And dream of you I'm dreaming at daybreak And the world's so far behind That's why I always find at daybreak