Why

Something's going wrong
 With the singer and the song
 And the music isn't gentle anymore
 There's a mist across the moon
 And the sun's too hot at noon
 And the house is dark behind the broken door
 Where the flowers used to grow
 With their leaves are hanging low
 And the constant shadow lies across the floor
 There's a strange and empty sky
 Where the wild birds used to fly
 And I never tasted bitter rain before
 And will the grass be gone from underneath the sky
 Will the golden flower wither soon and die
 Will the fire burn out the land
 And the sea fill-up with sand
 Will the last word ever spoken be why?
 Will the last word ever spoken be why?
 Someone's lost the plan
 For the brotherhood of man
 And no one's trying to find it anymore
 And the winds become a sigh
 For those who hate and those who die
 And the waves are black and slow along the shore
 And will the grass be gone from underneath the sky
 Will the golden flower wither soon and die
 Will the fire burn out the land
 Will the sea fill-up with sand
 Will the last word ever spoken be why?
 Will the last word ever spoken be why, why, why?
 Will the last word ever spoken be... Why?