One foot stands before the crib
the other besides the casket
A question formed upon stilled lips
It's passed on, never asked
I guess I believe that there's a point to what we do
But I ask myself is there something more besides you?
Two are born to cross
their paths, their lives, their hearts
If by chance one turns away
are they forever lost?
I guess I believe that there's a point to what we do
But I ask myself is there something more besides you?
[00:08]One foot stands before the crib
[00:14]the other besides the casket
[00:21]A question formed upon stilled lips
[00:27]It's passed on, never asked
[00:33]I guess I believe that there's a point to what we do
[00:47]But I ask myself is there something more besides you?
[01:02]Two are born to cross
[01:09]their paths, their lives, their hearts
[01:16]If by chance one turns away
[01:24]are they forever lost?
[01:28]I guess I believe that there's a point to what we do
[01:42]But I ask myself is there something more besides you?