Can you hear the ringing of the bell tower? Counting off the days we can't replace I would like to think it's not that way All the songs that find you in the city Pull you from your bedroom to the streets Pushing all your sadness underneath There's a song I've been singing All these years as they pass There's a lot of big questions I never ask There's a lot of questions never asked Consider the lilies of the valleys Neither do they toil or they spin Still a quiet hand is watching over them I became a prodigal and left here My petals out like windmills in the air Waiting for a breeze, for any sign of care There's a song I've been singing All these years as they pass There's a lot of big questions I never ask There's a lot of questions never asked