Why do the men stray?   Why do the women pray?   Why do the men fight?   Why do the women sympathize?      Whoa, it was easier before I loved   Before this heart was turned to stone   Before this blood was stirred and blood was spilled   No one was ever meant to be alone      Why do the birds sing?   What do they call that thing?   Why do the bombs boom?   We're running out of living room?      Our needs getting needier and needier   More lies are told until they're truth   Until the messages are massacred   Old men get all their killing done with youth      Why do the men stray?   Why do the women pray?   Why do the men fight?   Why do the women sympathize?      All these wooden houses   Light themselves on fire in turn   Oh, but someday there will be nothing left to burn   Oh, someday there will be nothing left to burn      Whoa, whoa   Someday, someday, someday, someday