I turn the page to start this tune,   To write this little note to you.   To wish the words out of my mind.   Always wonderin what it's for,   I can't seem to find   The answers to the questions deep inside.      But at night there seems to be a calm,   When the words can wash away the wounds.   Take a good look at what you've got,   Because tommorow a mystery.      Who   Knows   The way it's gunna be   Who   Knows      I will not come around for you   In your waiting room.   I will not wait around for you   In your living room.      Wishing on a star,   I turn the page to start a new.   Sitting in my car,   I write this little note to you.   Always wonderin what it's for,   I can't seem to find   The answers to the questions deep inside.      But at night there seems to be a calm,   When the words can wash away the wounds.   Take a good look at what you've got,   Because tommorow a mystery.      Who   Knows   The way it's gunna be   Who   Knows      I will not come around for you   In your waiting room.   I will not wait around for you   In your living room.      Who   Knows   The way it's gunna be   Who   Knows   Who'll come for me.   Who   Knows. . .