Song To Close the Day : The Moody Blues - Question

 

Thanks to TwilightZone for posting this version . . . . . . . . I was never a great fan of The Moody Blues but this song really spoke to me back then and does still. I loved the voice of Justin here and always have but the prog-rock pomp and overblown aspect of so many of their songs put me off somehow . . . . .the sentiment here though spoke volumes to the youngster who knew what it was to lose someone he loved . . . . . . . 

Why do we never get an answer when we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions about hate and death and war?
'Cause when we stop and look around us, there is nothing that we need
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed

Why do we never get an answer when we're knocking at the door?
Because the truth, it's hard to swallow, that's what the war of love is for

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be

And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you

I'm looking for someone to change my life
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the love I knew could safely lead me through

Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she's waiting there for me

But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose

I'm looking for someone to change my life
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the love I knew could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew
To learn as we grow old the secrets of our souls

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be

Why do we never get an answer 

when we're knocking at the door?

With a thousand million questions

About hate and death and war

When we stop and look around us

There is nothing that we need

In a world of persecution

That is burning in it's greed

writer: Justin Heyward