There's not a morning I begin without a thousand questions running through my mind
That I don't try to find the reason and the logic in the world that God designed
The reason why a bird was gi-ven wings
If not to fly and praise the sky with every song it sings
What's right or wrong where I belong within the scheme of things
And why have eyes that see and arms that reach unless you're meant to know there's something more
If not to hunger for the meaning of it all then tell me what a soul is for
Why have the wings unless you're meant to fly
And tell me please why have a mind if not to question why
Chorus:
And tell me where where is it written what it is I'm meant to be
That I can't dare to have the chance to pick the fruit of every tree
Or have my share of every sweet imagined possibility
Just tell me where tell me where
If I were only meant to tend the nest then why does my imagination sail
Across the mountains and the seas beyond the make-believe of any fairy tale
Why have the thirst if not to drink the wine
And what a waste to have a taste of things that can't be mine
Chorus:
And tell me where where is it written what it is I'm meant to be
That I can't dare to see the meanings in the mornings that I see
Or have my share of every sweet imagined possibility
Just tell me where where is it written tell me where
Or if it's written anywhere