Lyrics Lamb – Rounds
Text:
Learning for the first time
When it might be the last
How’d I come to be so slow
To put things in the past
I guess we all, just find our way
But some over the peace
Some would say, experience
Can never be replaced
It seems to me that as the years go by
More questions than the answers come to mind
And so it is that as the years go by
More questions than the answers tell me why
It seems to me that as the years go by
More questions than the answers come to mind
And so it is that as the years go by
More questions than the answers tell me why
Ever going, round and round
The circle game we’re in
The more I know, the less I know
I end where I begin
It seems to me that as the years go by
More questions than the answers come to mind
And so it is that as the years go by
More questions than the answers tell me why
