Could It Be
In the ebb and flow of living as we wander through the years
We're told to listen to a voice we can't here with our ears
They say to live by something that you can't see with your eyes
Is there really any purpose to this foolish exercise?
Could it be, you make your presence known so often by your absence?
Could it be that questions tell us more than answers ever do?
Could it be that you would really rather die than live without us?
Could it be the only answer that means anything is you?
In our words and in our silence, in our pride and in our shame
To the genius and the scholar, to the foolish and insane
To the ones who care to seek you, to the ones who never will
You are the only answer, even still
Could it be, you make your presence known so often by your absence?
Could it be that questions tell us more than answers ever do?
Could it be that you would really rather die than live without us?
Could it be the only answer that means anything is you?
It's a question you can't answer, an answer you cannot express
That the gentle man of sorrow is the source of happiness
You'll never solve the mystery of this magnetic man
For you must believe to understand
Could it be, you make your presence known so often by your absence?
Could it be that questions tell us more than answers ever do?
Could it be that you would really rather die than live without us?
Could it be the only answer that means anything is you?
Could it be the only answer that means anything is you?
We're told to listen to a voice we can't here with our ears
They say to live by something that you can't see with your eyes
Is there really any purpose to this foolish exercise?
Could it be, you make your presence known so often by your absence?
Could it be that questions tell us more than answers ever do?
Could it be that you would really rather die than live without us?
Could it be the only answer that means anything is you?
In our words and in our silence, in our pride and in our shame
To the genius and the scholar, to the foolish and insane
To the ones who care to seek you, to the ones who never will
You are the only answer, even still
Could it be, you make your presence known so often by your absence?
Could it be that questions tell us more than answers ever do?
Could it be that you would really rather die than live without us?
Could it be the only answer that means anything is you?
It's a question you can't answer, an answer you cannot express
That the gentle man of sorrow is the source of happiness
You'll never solve the mystery of this magnetic man
For you must believe to understand
Could it be, you make your presence known so often by your absence?
Could it be that questions tell us more than answers ever do?
Could it be that you would really rather die than live without us?
Could it be the only answer that means anything is you?
Could it be the only answer that means anything is you?
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Writer(s): Michael J. Card
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