In my years, I've seen all sounds of misconception.
  In my years, I've done all I can live to question.
    What happened to me I don't understand.
  I've seen all I can see as my time expands.
    Bored I am, bored of my own desperation,
  I can't defend, can't find my own destination.
    What happened to me I don't understand.
  I've seen all I can see as my time expands.
    So what's up with you, what's up with me.
    I'm not the one I can't pretend,
  What would I be if I did it all again.
    And I sometimes wish I would have asked some
  questions.
  Then maybe I would have a clearer life perception.
    What's up with you, what's up with me.