Intro: F C Dm Gm Dm C F C I never really got why we're here Dm Just look at all we build in our lives And we all disappear Gm Dm A few of us are born with so much C While most of us just chasing down a dream that we just can't touch F C So why we try so hard in this place? Dm When pain and suffering is a guarantee And happiness is a phase Gm Dm I wonder if one day we're at peace C Or will this whole world just become like the middle east? C Dm But when i (we) was (were) younger, when i (we) was (were) younger F I had the answers, i've got to say F C Dm But all of my answers, now that i'm older F Turned into questions, in front of me F C I wonder where we go when we die Dm If there is anything past our lost sun and our sky? Gm Dm Cuz airports only take us so high C Is it hidden in the stars? What's the answer to your soul lying? I wonder do we get to come back I wonder if i will remember these questions i've asked Or will i just star over again? I hope it's not too hard to find all of my old friends. C Dm But when i (we) was (were) younger, when i (we) was (were) younger F I had the answers, i've got to say F C Dm But all of my answers, now that i'm older F Turned into questions, in front of me 2x I wonder if we get one true love Or maybe there's a few out there Or maybe not even one I wonder if it's made up by man I wonder if love is what we make with our own two hands I wonder why i write all these songs I wonder if you know what you're saying when you sing along And will you know my name when i'm gone? Or are you just too sick of these love songs? C Dm But when i (we) was (were) younger, when i (we) was (were) younger F I had the answers, i've got to say F C Dm But all of my answers, now that i'm older F Turned into questions, in front of me C Dm But when i (we) was (were) younger, when i (we) was (were) younger F I had the answers, i've got to say F C Dm But all of my answers, now that i'm older F Turned into questions, right in front of me F C Dm Right in front of me, in front of me F Everythings changes in front of me