[F]Grownups just [G]do stuff like [Am]all the [F]time
[F]Going here and [G]there like [Am]everything’s just [F]fine — what are they [C]smoking?[G]        [Am]        [G]        [C]  

[F]Looking very [G]busy like they [Am]know what they’re [F]doing
[F]trying to [G]fit in to the [Am]mould they’ve been [F]put in — or trying to get [C]out[G]        [Am]        [G]        [C]   

[C]Oh what’s the [G]point of it of it [C]all?
Does any body [Dm]know, where does it all [C]go?
[C]        [G]        [C]        [F]        [C]        [G]        [C]

It’s a struggle just to eat, and a struggle to cheat the taxman
for everything they beat, another thing attacks them — for attention

Trapped in a rat race that’s run by a fat face
All stuck in a small space like cats in a cat case — it’s such a disgrace

Young people loiter and get wasted at parties
thinking they’re escaping from the all the problems — how can you blame them

[C]Oh what’s the [G]point of it of it [C]all?
Does any body [Dm]know, where does it all [C]go?

[C]        [G]        [C]        [F]        [C]        [G]        [C]

Everyone searches for something some search for love
longing for that someone who will lift them above — oh where could they be?

Sometimes some one comes like a sign from above
and it seems that special somebody is what it was — that they were needing

But everything keeps changing like the change of the seasons
and things are hard to believe in without some reason — for believing

[C]Oh what’s the [G]point of it of it [C]all?
Does any body [Dm]know, where does it all [C]go?

There’s [F]Something inbe[G]tween the [C]moments
[G]Underneath the [F]meaning of the [C]words we’re [F]searching [G]for

[C]        [G]        [C]        [F]        [C]        [G]        [C]

[F]Young eyes [G]shining open [Am]wide and looking [F]up
little heads dreaming just waiting to grow up — and be what they came for

they looking like they know something that nobody taught them
already got something that the grownup’s have forgotten — what it was for

Staring in to the mirror who is there?
I know there are answers, but I still don’t know where — is the door

[C]Oh what’s the [G]point of it of it [C]all?
Does any body [Dm]know, where does it all [C]go?

[C]        [G]        [C]        [F]        [C]        [G]        [C]

Old people twinkling at the little ones coming up
eyes glistening, just sitting on a park bench — watching the sunset

It’s really hard to say, from the look on their faces
are they completely crazy, or have they found their places — probably both

[C]Oh what’s the [G]point of it of it [C]all?
Does any body [Dm]know, where does it all [C]go?

There’s [F]something inbe[G]tween the [C]moments
[G]Underneath the [F]meaning of the [C]words we’re [F]searching [G]for

So [C]simple that it’s [G]sacred
and so [C]everywhere that it
[F]always was the [G]centre of it [C]all