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 there's 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 there's 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 it's hard to find the point
To what we do,
Do I dare believe that there is
Something more besides you?