Too Many Questions

My coffee is cold
And yesterday is stuck with me
And I can't wake up from my sleep
I feel like a grain of salt in the shaker
But the day that I meet my maker
Or the day that I see my undertaker, ya see

All I have is too many questions
Is there something someone forgot to mention to me?
But I walk on without hesitation
To my unknown own destination
With the music like syncopation
And explore my own imagination

How do I know if I am right and why I feel like I do?
Separate the truth from the lies
Why do we only take any action
When it comes to our own satisfaction?
When we only need just a fraction
Of what we need

All I have is too many questions
Is there something someone forgot to mention to me, yeah
But I walk on without hesitation
To my unknown own destination
With the music like syncopation
And explore my own imagination

How do I climb up on out of this funk I'm in
And how do I cling to the frame of divine timing?
Why do I doubt sometimes that of which I know for sure?
And why when I've had enough
Do I seem to ask for more?

How do I climb up on out of this funk I'm in
And how do I cling to the frame of divine timing?
Why do old habits die so hard
God knows I try and try
And why ask why? (Oh)

All I have is too many questions
Is there something someone forgot to mention to me, yeah
I walk on without hesitation
To my unknown own destination
With the music like syncopation
And explore my own imagination

All I have is too many questions (too many questions)
Is there something someone forgot to mention to me, yeah (Gotta tell me what)
I walk on with out hesitation
To my unknown own destination (I'm walkin' on)
With the music like syncopation
And explore my own imagination

(I'm walkin' on)
(I'm walkin' on)
(I'm walkin' on)
(I'm walkin' on)
(I'm walkin' on)
(I'm walkin' on)
(I'm walkin' on)
(I'm walkin' on)