Bird flew by
And then wondered, wondered why
She was wise enough
To stay up in the sky
From there she could wonder
The reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season

Your life flies away
As the night turns to day
If you stop once to think
Your hair will soon turn grey
But one would like to wonder
The reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season

The list of false starts
And crumbled, broken hearts
Comes from a need
To play so many parts
One would like to wonder
The reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season

The wind and the rain
Shook hands again
Untouched by the world
They managed to stay sane
They were able to wonder
The reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season

Bird flew by
And wondered, wondered why
She was wise enough
To stay up in the sky
From there she could wonder
The reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season