From the recording Troubadourly Yours
Scott Cook – vocals, acoustic guitar
Liz Frencham - upright bass
Bramwell Park - banjo, harmony vocals
Miles Zurawell - dobro, harmony vocals
Pamela Mae - harmony vocals
Dana Wylie - harmony vocals
Lyrics
Come gather ‘round, people, lend me your earholes
Give me five minutes and I’ll let you go
You might think I got some things I’m itching to tell you, but
This is a song about all the stuff I don’t know
First, I’ll admit I don’t know where songs come from
I just catch ‘em and work ‘em ‘til they feel good to sing
And I don’t know if you’re gonna like this one
I’ll just smile and hope no one throws anything
I still don’t know how to tie a tie
Half the time I don’t know where I left my wallet
Don’t know how to do that thing where you pay with your phone
I don’t even know what to call it
And I don’t know what electricity is
I’ve been told but I still don’t know why the sky is blue
I don’t know what happens when we die
And I don’t know what to think of people who say they do
I don’t know what dogs are thinking
Or why grownups forget how to have fun
And I don’t know how I lived this long
Considering all the stupid stuff I’ve done
I don’t know what imaginary numbers are
But I’m pretty confident some people do
‘Cause they make sense to each other when they’re talking
And real stuff works when we treat ‘em as true
They say what you don’t know won’t hurt you
But what you think you know sometimes does
Don’t this whole life feel like a question?
If it’s got an answer it’s something to do with love
I don’t know if we’re alone in the universe
Still don’t know who shot Kennedy
I don’t know what all was conspired or covered up
But for all we’ve seen there must be more we’ll never see
I don’t know why I believed what I did
And disbelieved so much other stuff I heard
I’d like to think I was eminently rational
But it probably had more to do with who my friends were
I don’t know what it’s like to be you
So I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt
I don’t know what I think about what you think
But I don’t see any harm in hearing you out
I don’t know how to love some people
Some people who are so different from me
I don’t know why hurt people hurt people
I guess some people’s minds aren’t a kind place to be
And I don’t know why some people go hungry
While other folks got more than they’ll ever need
I don’t know why out of all our motivations
We made a religion of competition and greed
Don’t know why profit’s gotta grow like cancer
Why billionaires need to exist
Or what’s so sacred about the rules of the game
When I know little humans who’ll inherit all this
They say what you don’t know won’t hurt you
But what you think you know sometimes does
Don’t this whole life feel like a question?
If it’s got an answer it’s something to do with love
I don’t know how we can ever be forgiven
But I’m guessing it starts with admitting the truth
I don’t know why the papers and pundits keep lying
But I suspect their owners do
I don’t know how to dismantle the system
Don’t know where to start and wouldn’t know how
I don’t know exactly what a better way would look like
But I’m looking for what I can do here now
I don’t know where this whole thing is headed
Don’t know if we’re doomed or not
There might well be no point in trying
But I know that I don’t know and that means a lot
‘Cause I know good people who keep working and dreaming
And I reckon it matters what we choose to rehearse
And no matter what kinda trouble comes down
It could always be better and it could always be worse
And I don’t know why I wouldn’t be satisfied
When I’ve got everything I need today
But I scare myself making up stories about tomorrow
I don’t know why I act that way
And I don’t know why I get so mixed up
Thinking I’m not worthy of love
‘Cause I know so many different kinds of people
And love is something they’re all worthy of
They say what you don’t know won’t hurt you
But what you think you know sometimes does
Don’t this whole life feel like a question?
If it’s got an answer it’s something to do with love
