Why?
by Seal
Why, am I changing?
Why do people, get complacent with the things they're told?
World disasters they come and go.
I'd give anything just to be back home.
Cause there are people, asking why.
There are people, who believe in...
In life, gets confusing but I don't know why.
But I've made my plans already.
Had this trouble with it all my life.
Well world disasters, they come and go.
I'd give all my strength to be back home
Cause there are people, asking why
There are people asking...
How do I get to where I've come from, now?
How will I paint this garden I've destroyed, green?
Can I get back to where I've come from?
Cause there are people, who believe in life.
Well how do we get to where we come from?
Peace and love ain't enough these days.
Evolution says time is running out,
We've been here too long..."
Cause there are people, asking why
Ohh, there are people, asking...
How do I get to where I've come from, now?
How will I paint this garden I've destroyed, green?
Can I get back to where I come from?
Cause there are people, who believe it.
How do I get to where I've come from, now?
How do I paint this garden I've destroyed, green?
Can I get back to where I've come from?
additional lyrics.....
Over the years I've hear this song many times; sometimes it has inspired me to reflect on its themes. One is the proverbial 'why.' Another is about the world and the industrial-technological complexity in which we live; it spawns a great deal of waste. Far more 'carbon' than any of us could ever hope to produce individually. We all want our gadgets, things like cell phones, cars, TV, fridges and a nice cozy home to come to, be it cool in summer or warm in winter, and we do it en masse. All of us are guilty, even the finger pointer. They may be the most guilty as 'he who accuses, accuses himself first and most.'
Then there is the most intriguing message, to me at least. It is the question that asks, "How will I paint this garden I've destroyed green?" This question easily and potently is about a person and their personal life. We all make mistakes, we all have been known to blunder at times, even in anger to seek retribution. In the process we focus on the other guy; most often we fail to see that it isn't only his garden we destroy, but our own as well. Mud flies everywhere and everyone is dirtied by it. Now, how to make green again that I've destroyed?
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