On the third of December in the dark of the moon I have a feeling things are getting better pretty soon Though it is cold outside and I am old inside I Am young as ever better late than never do or die And yet I can remember when I was older when I thought I knew the answers but then I forgot again Now I know I do not know and so why question why Now that I get it somehow I could let it all go by But why not question why not when it gets better soon On the fourth of December at the dawning of the moon +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII