There's a white dog howling
by the side of the road
a drying drop of water in the sand
and a child's toy floating
near the oceans edge
a drop of blood falling from my hand
we've been living here like exiles
we've been out here way too long
watching goodness die
a thousand deaths
we just keep on moving on

don't ask me why
don't ask me why
cause I don't know

the night can make a ghost
out of an ordinary man
can make a two bit hero
from a clown
it can drive you into choices
till it's too late to understand
and morning comes
and finds you on the ground
you still believe in Eden
some place better down the road
but seems like it's when
the door is open wide
that the walls begin to close

don't ask me why
don't ask me why
cause I don't know

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