QUESTIONS, CHAOS & FAITH

When my friend Casey died

I didn't drive home for the funeral

I was prostrate, as they say, to higher minds

Went to my dorm and cried

Because I still believed in Heaven

And I was sure I wouldn't see her when I die

Nothing is certain

Everything changes

We're spirit and bone marching to the grave

There are no answers

There are only questions, chaos, and faith

I bought a zombie game

I only play it in the daylight

I'm evolving, but I'm still a bit afraid

Scared of the end of days

Sometimes I swear I see them coming

But everyone around me's still running the race

Nothing is certain

Everything changes

We're spirit and bone marching to the grave

There are no answers

There are only questions, chaos, and faith

Questions, chaos, and faith

I have traveled all the world looking for songs and girls and God

Cut my teeth and bruised my chin

Learned to own up when I'm wrong

I have loved and lost and found another way to carry on

It don't make much sense right now

It might not make sense when I'm gone

Nothing is certain

Everything changes

We're spirit and bone marching to the grave

There are no answers

There are only questions, chaos, and faith

Nothing is certain

Everything changes

We're spirit and bone marching to the grave

There are no answers

There are only questions, chaos, and faith

Questions, chaos, and faith