Brook & Waxing - WHY?

Pray hard like a pious pope

But hope for no diamonds

If some divine simon spoke

Or came down to find us

Caught here in our lab coats

But without a science

Would we see light

Oh, I might decide

While I’m alive I’ll feel alive

And what’s next I guess I’ll know when I’ve, gotten there

Am I careful till past dull?

Will be is or has been

Oh I’m waxing as in half-full

Lit with candles lasting

Born lonesome, bald and bashful

With a nasty natty accent

On the east side

Oh I can decide

While I’m alive I’ll feel alive

And what’s next I guess I’ll know when I’ve gotten there