I’ve been asking myself a lot of questions lately. Many of my friends and relatives including myself are entering the final stretch of life, however long that may be. Some people already have a template for living out their years. I write songs.
I think this song is a bag full of question marks. It may be asking questions you would ask yourself. I had a favourite music professor and mentor who ended each class with “Any questions? Any Answers?”
Although I do wonder about the myriad paths I have taken in life, I am not as immersed in doubt and ambivalence as I used to be. I’m fully engaged with living and making the most of my time and creative energy remaining. I also attempted to put myself in the shoes of someone I love dearly who now has memory issues and sad resignation.
The musical spark was just a simple country feel while fooling around on my beautiful Greenfield guitar. The song came out as a slow groove (I IV and V chords), and the initial lyrical ideas were from a memory of a jingle I heard as a little boy. (“You wonder where the yellow went when you brush your teeth with Pepsodent”). I loosely reference the Bacharach/David lyric “what’s it all about, Alfie?” from the 1960’s where many of my fondest memories are from.
My song is six minutes long. Too long for a pop song, so what? I am not popular….. Think of it as an accompaniment to a cup of tea or a quiet time looking out the window. An oasis and rest stop.
I wonder where the wonder went More miles travelled, they came and went Our Wonder years already spent Wondering what anything meant -Oh-oh-I wonder I wonder Who I was meant to be If I’ve seen all that I was meant to see Or was it all just fantasy I wonder if I’m really me -oh-oh-I wonder I wonder what this is all about If anybody anywhere could have Bailed me out If I ever bought in, Or did I drop out Hey, Alfie, what’s it all about I wonder when I can feel it again If I’ll ever be relieved from residual pain If I ever figure out what’s been Driving me insane And Where I’ll get off this runaway train I wonder where my my serenity went The worries in my head should be paying me rent All of my joy has already been spent I wonder where everybody went Oh, oh, I wonder I wonder why things turned out like they did Some things in the open, some things hid I wonder Was my offer the winning bid I wonder if it’ll be the same for my kids I wonder how I’m going to cope with these things now If I’m going to have a smile or a furrowed brow I wonder where I’m going to point my prow Am I going to take everything that life will allow I wonder why this all seems so strange Why all of my targets are out of range I wonder if I’m Willing to Change Pretty sure something can be arranged