Rounds - Lamb

Learning for the first time

When it might be the last

How’d I come to be so slow

To put things in the past

I guess we all, just find our way

But some over the peace

Some would say, experience

Can never be replaced

It seems to me that as the years go by

More questions than the answers come to mind

And so it is that as the years go by

More questions than the answers tell me why

It seems to me that as the years go by

More questions than the answers come to mind

And so it is that as the years go by

More questions than the answers tell me why

Ever going, round and round

The circle game we’re in

The more I know, the less I know

I end where I begin

It seems to me that as the years go by

More questions than the answers come to mind

And so it is that as the years go by

More questions than the answers tell me why