Lyrics
The sun is setting on my side
Its been working its way across the sky
I'm on the outside on the benches, and the tables
There ain't no hope for a kid who asks why
Grandma told me I ain't a kid no more
And it kind of dawns on me, this is true
I ain't got no money, barely have a dignity
If this is a man, then what can he do?
I can shake hands, and smoke, and talk weather
Grow my face, and own my mistakes
Take good showers, crash out apartments
Talk to strangers, be cordial, and say thanks
But there ain't no hope for a man who asks questions
When many men ain't keen to reply
And as the sun moves across and dawns elsewhere
Maybe the soul dawns again when he dies
Where are you god, when the people are hurt?
Are you up, up in the sky?
Are you sitting up there, asking yourself why?
Why do they do this?
Where are you god when they die?
Are you up there, do you cry?
Do you whisper? Do you shout? Do you speak?
But there ain't no hope for a man who asks questions
When many men ain't keen to tell why
As the sun moves across and dawns elsewhere
Maybe the soul dawns again when he dies
Jeh Sea Wells 
