Do you ever wonder whose face makes the moonlight?
Do you ever look up and find your face there?
Is it any wonder we find ourselves laughing
With your tongue at my lips and your hands in my hair?
I don't need a reason to savor the Mystery.
All we need to is open up one eye...
I don't need a savior to keep me from tumbling
I'll only kneel for my lover's delight
I don't need a church man to show me what's holy
When I see you in the doorway surrounded in light
I don't need a guidebook to paint out my story
I don't need a road map to find my way back home...
So why? Tell me why! How long? How long?
What if "why" is just because?
I don't need a doctorate to speak with authority
40,000 years we've been painting in caves
I don't need an answer to each of my questions
When the nape of your neck just won't let me "behave"
I don't need a bible to swear on my conscience
I don't need a stranger to know I'm not alone
So why? Tell me why! How long? How long?
What if "why" is just because?
I don't need a downbeat to dance in this moonlight
With the drum in my bones I'm naked here too
I don't need a lighthouse to find my over
Filled to my brim with the wanting of you
I don't need a maestro to count out my measure
I don't need a songbook to howl up at the moon
So why? Tell me why! How long? How long?
What if "why" is just because?
I don't need a reason....
Copyright 1/6/97 Christopher Bingham
Do you ever look up and find your face there?
Is it any wonder we find ourselves laughing
With your tongue at my lips and your hands in my hair?
I don't need a reason to savor the Mystery.
All we need to is open up one eye...
I don't need a savior to keep me from tumbling
I'll only kneel for my lover's delight
I don't need a church man to show me what's holy
When I see you in the doorway surrounded in light
I don't need a guidebook to paint out my story
I don't need a road map to find my way back home...
So why? Tell me why! How long? How long?
What if "why" is just because?
I don't need a doctorate to speak with authority
40,000 years we've been painting in caves
I don't need an answer to each of my questions
When the nape of your neck just won't let me "behave"
I don't need a bible to swear on my conscience
I don't need a stranger to know I'm not alone
So why? Tell me why! How long? How long?
What if "why" is just because?
I don't need a downbeat to dance in this moonlight
With the drum in my bones I'm naked here too
I don't need a lighthouse to find my over
Filled to my brim with the wanting of you
I don't need a maestro to count out my measure
I don't need a songbook to howl up at the moon
So why? Tell me why! How long? How long?
What if "why" is just because?
I don't need a reason....
Copyright 1/6/97 Christopher Bingham