Hey, wouldn’t you like to know what it’s all about?
Wouldn’t you like to know how it is?
Wouldn’t you like to know what it’s all about?
Wouldn’t you like to know how it is?
You ask the old man in the garden, he looks so old and wise.
He probably knows about love,
and all the other things you want to know before you go.
His skin looks as if he has suffered, his mouth looks as if he has kissed.
When you look in his eyes
you can get a glimpse of all the things he used to dream, but never do.
Hey, wouldn’t you like to know what it’s all about?
Wouldn’t you like to know how it is?
Wouldn’t you like to know what it’s all about?
Wouldn’t you like to know how it is?
You hope he might give you some answers, you hope he might lead the way.
But the only truth he can ever give you
is his own truth, and that will never do, no good to you!
Hey, wouldn’t you like to know what it’s all about?
Wouldn’t you like to know how it is?
Wouldn’t you like to know what it’s all about?
Wouldn’t you like to know how it is?