Much as I know
I got to learn
Candles were made
with two ends to burn,
and the questions come,
and the answer’s there.
I know it’s somehow,
some who, somewhere
So ask away
I ask away
If you don’t know,
and you know you don’t?
Then ask away.
Why wouldn’t you ask?
Afraid of letting
your ignorance go?
Or afraid of letting
your ignorance show
Much as I learn,
the questions come.
There’s questions between
every answer’s lines
There’s questions behind
every answer’s eyes
And questions arise
from an answer’s lies.
I'll ask away
If you don’t know,
and you know you don’t?
Then ask away.
Why wouldn’t you ask?
Afraid of letting
your ignorance go?
Or afraid of letting
your ignorance show
bridge
So I step out on the levy alone
I question the questionable, all year.
Like skipping stones, watching ripples glide
What more can there be to ask in life?
Much as I ask,
the answers come.
Not always the answers
I hoped or wished,
but if you go in asking
for what you hope,
you’re really not asking
for what it is.
So ask away
I ask away
If you don’t know,
and you know you don’t?
Then ask away.
Why wouldn’t you ask?
Afraid of letting
your ignorance go?
Or afraid of letting
your ignorance show
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