Why I Was Born? - John Coltrane

Spending these lonesome evenings

With nothing to do

But to live in dreams that I make up

All by myself

Dreaming that you’re beside me

I picture the prettiest stories

Only to wake up

All by myself

What is the good of me by myself?

Why was I born

Why am I living

What do I get

What am I giving

Why do I want a thing

I daren’t hope for

What can I hope for

I wish I knew

Why do I try

To draw you near me

Why do I do I cry

You never hear me

I’m a poor fool

But what can I do

Why was I born

To love you

I’m a poor fool

But what can I do

Why was I born

To love you