Some choose to refuse to let go and grow Dragging their feet and so they go slow The ones who think they have it figured out Are the ones I wonder about What with all those ideas they spout And all those ideals they tout Spouting and touting they leave me doubting Though I understand they think they know I know they do not no matter what They do to make it come true it does not Spouting and touting they start shouting When their doubting begins to show Let them come out then and let them doubt Alongside me as we wonder about What may or not be figured out By the maybe of curiosity Still the ones who think they know will go On spouting until their doubting is gone No doubt about it though slow they go on Spouting touting doubting even so The ones who think they do but do not know Steven Curtis Lance