Oh gentle breeze blow me away, follow the sun
throughout the day.
Please let me see all that is done, brightened by
one who sees it all.
One summer night, I sat to count the grains of
sand within my palm
Stopped to breathe, saw the stars and counted
them until the dawn.
I felt the loneliness of lovers wishing on
fountains, so I stopped countin'
And I wonder why I ever wondered why.
A traveling man searches by day, wonders by
night throughout the land.
Without a plan oh that he may, wish that he
might to understand.
I crouched down low to let the water wash the
dust off my hand
Only to find it leaving me with nothing more
than stars and sand
I felt a disregard for knowing what I was missing,
so I stopped wishing,
And I wonder why I ever wondered why.