Question - Son Volt

My mind’s made up to pacing across the floor

No point in staying if we’re not saying war

I don’t mind hanging around

Whatever now and what else can I do?

It’s a question of you

Thoughts careen till I can’t stand up

Where’s the crime in a streak of bad luck?

Words to pick at retreat from

Words that fester if only to get at the truth

It’s a question of you

What it all comes down to

Is a different set of values

To throw away or mobilize to use

It’s a question of you

No time to be singular

Here’s hoping that the feeling gets through

The sound of sound beginning leads to places

Where reflections break anew

It’s a question of you

What it all comes down to

Is a different set of values

To throw away or mobilize to use

It’s a question of you