We'll settle for the silence, The break after the bend Where the blacktop stops and the wanderer Finds the refuge but still knows that it's the end. And there's never any question Whether questions will remain So it's always that our quests in What seems simple but could never be explained. Where do we come from and where do we go? We don't know! We don't know! Where do we come from and where do we go? We don't know! We don't know! Are we figuring slowly or wasting our time? We don't know! We don't know! Shouting in spaces but only to find that We don't know? We don't know! The more you loved the world Then the more you came to see As a hindrance, or then merely as a means. And you said, "Where do we come from and where do we go? We don't know! We don't know! Where do we come from and where do we go? We don't know! We don't know! Are we figuring slowly or wasting our time? We don't know! We don't know! Shouting in spaces but only to find that We don't know? We don't know!" We met between the sunset And the lighting of the lamps In a dismal way you motioned For a smoke, and then in a muffled chant, "Where do we come from and where do we go? We don't know! We don't know! Where do we come from and where do we go? We don't know! We don't know! Are we figuring slowly or wasting our time? We don't know! We don't know! Shouting in spaces but only to find that We don't know? We don't know!"