There's a plane and I am flying.
There's a mountain waiting for me.
Oh these years have been so trying,
I don't know if I can use them.
Am I strong enough to be the one?
Will I live to have some children?

Help me get down, I can make it.
Help me get down.
Help me get down, I can make it.
Help me get down.
If I only knew the answer, I wouldn't be bothering you.
Father, help me get down, I can make it.
Help me get down.
Help me get down, I can make it. Help me get down.
If I only knew the answer, and if all our days are numbered,
Then why do I keep counting?

My sugar's sweet, and so obtainable.
This behavior's so unexplainable.
The days just slip and slide like they always did.
The trouble is my head won't let me forget.
I took one last good look around.
(So many unusual sounds.)
I gotta get my feet on the ground.

Help me get down, I can make it.
Ahhh . . .
Help me get down, I can make it.
Help me get down.
Help me get down, I can make it.
Help me get down.
If I only knew the answer,
I wouldn't be bothering you.
Father, help me get down, I can make it.
Help me get down.
Help me get down, I can make it.
Help me get down.
If I only knew the answer, and if all our days are numbered . . .
Would you help me get down?

If I only knew the answer.
If I change my way of living,
and if I pave my streets with good times,
will the mountain keep on giving?
And if all of our days are numbered,
then why do I keep counting?