Only A Fool

Well the New England cold was making me old, leaving me nothing but mean
I was out in the back under attack, from a north wind bending the trees
And the birds that IÂ'd know had already flown with no sentimental goodbyes
And the things I believed conspired to leave me with thoughts that IÂ'd rather deny

‘Cause only the world moves on
And only a martyr could love to die
And only God knows what it all means
And only a fool would ask why

Well yesterdayÂ's news was lit like a fuse and everything started to turn
I was out of myself, up on a shelf thinking ‘bout something I learned
The promise it said was farther ahead and everyone wanted to go
But ghosts from the past like a hurricane blast scatter the seeds that we sow

And only the world moves on
And only a martyr could love to die
And only God knows what it all means
And only a fool would ask why

Well the books that IÂ've read sit by the bed, they help me to get through the day
And if words are a drug my grave has been dug, I canÂ't seem to put them away
And yesterdays plans, like dirt on my hands remind me thereÂ's more to be done
I pray that the youth might look for the truth and hope itÂ's already begun

‘Cause only the world moves on
And only a martyr could love to die
And only God knows what it all means
And only a fool would ask why
And only a fool would ask why
And IÂ'll be the fool every time