Questions, Chaos & Faith
When my friend Casey died
I didn't drive home for the funeral
I was prostrate, as they say to higher minds
Went to my dorm and cried
Because I still believed in heaven
And I was sure I wouldn't see her when I die
Nothing is certain
Everything changes
We're spirit and bone marching to the grave
There are no answers
There are only questions, chaos, and faith
I bought a zombie game
I only play it in the daylight
I'm evolving, but I'm still a bit afraid
Scared of the end of days
Sometimes I swear I see them coming
But everyone around me's still running the race
Nothing is certain
Everything changes
We're spirit and bone marching to the grave
There are no answers
There are only questions, chaos, and faith
Questions, chaos, and faith
I have traveled all the world looking for songs and girls and God
Cut my teeth and bruised my chin
Learned to own up when I'm wrong
I have loved and lost and found another way to carry on
It don't make much sense right now
It might not make sense when I'm gone
Nothing is certain
Everything changes
We're spirit and bone marching to the grave
There are no answers
There are only questions, chaos, and faith
Nothing is certain
Everything changes
We're spirit and bone marching to the grave
There are no answers
There are only questions, chaos, and faith
Questions, chaos, and faith