How Come?                                            Written by: Bob Hamilton

Melodies come easily,
but lately I don’t have a way with words.
I beg you please to bear with me
as I try to get this music heard.

How come I can’t find inspiration?
How come all these neurons are sealed?
And how come I get tongue-tied and fail
to express what I feel?

Memories like fallen leaves
flowing down a river in the rain.
Doh-re-mi’s and ABC’s
tell us who we were in future days.

How far is the Knaresborough raven?
How high is your apogee?
And how hard would you fight to be stood
on the ramparts with me?

I don’t have the answers to these questions.
I don’t have a clue which way to turn.
The road to Hell is paved with good intentions;
don’t let me burn.

Can’t you see your enemies
hiding in plain sight? They’re all around.
Hear them cry, “Come, follow me!”,
but they would only tread you in the ground.

Why now, when the old ice is melting?
Why here, where the battle was lost?
And why try when the Jack trumps the Ace
and we all count the cost?

The road is long that leads us to redemption.
Voices call us back, when will they learn?
I know I must head in that direction;
don’t let me turn, don’t let me turn.