Half the age

The reason you are where you are
Those wh questions rest on us and we carry them
Those questions about life
We can't sleep because those questions sleep on us

It's got a lot to do with philosophy and spirituality
But it's all to do with age
It's got a lot to do with mum and dad
But it's all to do with how old you are

Where and when are just bubbles
From the mouths of our doubts
Of our doubters
It's all happening even during the periods of fear

They'll tell you it's a question of maturity
How old do you have to pretend to be to be like that
Not the kind of pretending that brings a grin
But one that you've taken on as a current way of being

Half the age is gone out of you
It's got a lot to do with time gone by
About fun and boredom
Those hands that hugged the wall you dared to observe all to often