Something More Besides You — Cowboy Junkies

One foot strands before the crib

The other by the casket

A question formed upon stilled lips

Is passed on but never asked

I guess I believe that theres a point

To what we do

But I ask myself is there

Something more besides you?

Two are born to cross

Their paths, their lives, their hearts

If by chance one turns away

Are they forever lost?

I guess I believe that theres a point

To what we do

But I ask myself is there

Something more besides you?

This morning I awoke,

The bed warm where it once was cold

Small blessings laid upon us

Small mysteries slowly unfold

Yet I still wonder is there a point

To what we do?

cause I kind of doubt

That there is something more besides you

Although its hard to find the point

To what we do,

Do I dare believe that there is

Something more besides you?