Meet my lady every morning half past nine
When the bells begin to ring
Looking out the window down the road
And I see the same damn thing

Three days to get it on
And three days to get it off
And three more days to die
Then I'm six feet down
And I'm asking the good Lord up in heaven
Why? Why Why?

You can't find all the answers
If you're always standing in the rain
And once the chance goes by
It just might not come 'round again

Three days to build it up
And three days to tear it down
And three more days to die
And I'm still six feet down
Still wonderin', prayin' and asking
Why? Why Why?

We gotta have a reason and you know it
We gotta have a reason and you know it, you know it
Oh, we gotta have a reason and you know it
Hey, we gotta have a reason and you know it, you know it
And you know it and you know it

Freedom, paint me a picture
Freedom, paint me a picture
Freedom, freedom, paint me a picture
Show it to me right now
Freedom, paint me a picture
Freedom, freedom, paint me a picture
Show it to me right now
Freedom, freedom, paint me a picture
Where are you, freedom?

Meet my lady every morning half past nine
When the bells begin to ring
Looking out the window down the road
And I'm seeing the same damn thing

Three days to get it on
And three days to get it off
And three more days to die
And I'm six feet down
And I'm asking the good Lord up in heaven
(Why? Why Why?)

Why?
I wanna know why, oh
Can you tell me?
You know I really wanna know
But can you tell me?
Do you know the answer?
You know what I'm looking for
You know I really wanna know it
Can you show it?
I wanna know it
Can you show it to me?
Never can you show it?
I wanna know it
Can you show it?
I really wanna know it
Can you show it?
I wanna know it
Can you show it?
Can you show me?
Can you show me?
Show me
I really wanna know
I really wanna know
And I don't know where I'm going
I don't know what I'm doing
Don't know what I'm doing
Don't know why I'm doing a thing
Don't know why I'm doing a thing
Don't know why I'm going the places I'm going
Don't know why I'm doing the things that I'm doing
I don't know why
If you got any answers for sale
Got any answers for sale
Do you know the things that I'm talking about?
To you, does it make any sense at all?
Am I just wasting time asking you?
Do you know what I'm talking about?
Can you feel that something is wrong?
Can you feel

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Writer(s): Burton Cummings, Kurt Winter