In the ebb and flow of living
  As we wander through the years
  We're told to listen to a voice
  We can't here with our ears
  They say to live by something
  That you can't see with your eyes
  Is there really any purpose
  To this foolish exercise?
  
  Chorus
  Could it be You make Your presence known
  So often by Your absence?
  Could it be that questions tell us more
  Than answers ever do?
  Could it be that You would really rather die
  Than live without us?
  Could it be the only answer that means anything
  Is You?
  
  In our words and in our silence
  In our pride and in our shame
  To the genius and the scholar
  To the foolish and insane
  To the ones who care to seek You
  To the ones who never will
  You are the only answer even still
  
  Chorus
  
  It's a question you can't answer
  An answer you cannot express
  That the gentle Man of Sorrow
  Is the source of happiness
  You'll never solve the mystery
  Of this magnetic man
  For you must believe to understand
  
  Chorus
  Could it be the only answer that means anything
  Is You?