The Wondering Paroles

I'd go creeping through the houses
Oh, the things I'd see through those country windows
Were enough to make you cry out

I'm still here
Just can't quit wondering
I'm still here
With my back to the wondering

Let me write just one verse
That doesn't feel like persuasion
That doesn't feel rehearsed
That doesn't need explaining

Ever since I was just a little thing
I've had that certain kind of hunger
Nothing satisfied me
Save that wide-open wonder

I'm still here I'm still here
Just can't quit wondering
I'm still here
Too deep in the wondering

Strung out beneath the hot summer clouds
I know a place to go swimming
A place where I can be myself
When the world around me is too much