What About (with Jon Schmidt)

It's been said that to live is to sorrow

It's been said that there's no room for tomorrow

So men stand there and stare at the twighlight

And they work out each day as it seems right

But oh I knew we would shine so I say

Hallelujah sometimes and I think now

All this time has been

On this road

And what about

All the September moons

And what about

All the flowers in June

And what about

All the times that I sit here and wonder

And I could be wrong

For believing this way

And I could be wrong

Every hour of each day

Til I think about

Every moment that I can remember

And they say that a silence is worth gold

And they say every young man must grow old

So we work and we reason our times

Still it's quiet all around here at night

Oh I knew this would be and I say

There is so much to see

And I think now a

All this time has been passing by

And what about

All the mountains in spring

And what aobut

All the choirs that sing

And what about

Every mother that holds a new child

And I think about

All the times as a child

When I couldn't keep

From laughing out loud

And to catch myself

I would go out and stay there a while

All this could have passed me by

Standing lonely all this while

And what about

Every wide open field

And what about

All the wind that we feel

And what about

Every holiday song in a small town

And what about

Every child that sleeps

And what about

Every quiet blue sea

And what about

Every man that we take up to lay down

And what about

All the September moons

And what about

All the flowers in June

And what about

Every moment that I can remember

And I could be wrong

For believing this way

And I could be wrong

Every hour of each day

And I think about

All the times that I sit here and wonder

All the times that I sit here and wonder