My Favourite Song

MY FAVOURITE SONG Why do I read all these books Why do I still want to know Why do I go to the show In this city of crooks? Why do I play truth or dare And keep writing these songs? Why do I still even care And worry 'bout right or wrong? Yeah, I keep rolling my stone Thru the blood from a fountain of pride And watch it slide down the mountainside Thru the flesh and the bone Why do I work in a place Where people spit in my face? Why don't I cut to the chase And simply jump off the race? I just carry the load Thru the grass up the hill And if I crawl like a toad And I'm carrying still And a radio plays It's my favourite song And I'm thinking of days When the summers are long When the roses still bloom And the coffee is nice And the shadows that loom Are the carpenter's price Yeah, I keep rolling my stone Thru the blood from a fountain of pride And watch it slide down the mountainside Thru the flesh and the bone And a radio plays It's my favourite song And I'm thinking of days When the summers are long When the roses still bloom And the coffee is nice And the shadows that loom Are the carpenter's price I guess it's better than crying In a villa of tears I guess it's better than dying In a palace of fears Just counting the years