Why Do I Keep Counting?

There's a plane and I am flying
There's a mountain waiting for me.
Oh these years have been so trying,
I don't know if I can use them
Am I strong enough to be the one?
Will I live to have some children?

Help me get down,
I can make it, Help me get down
Help me get down,
I can make it, Help me get down.
If I only knew the answer,
I wouldn't be bothering you
Father, help me get down,
I can make it. Help me get down
Help me get down,
I can make it. Help me get down.
If I only knew the answer,
and if all our days are numbered,
then why do I keep counting?

My sugar's sweet,
and so obtainable
This behavior's so unexplainable
The days just slip and slide like they always did.
The trouble is my head won't let me forget
I took one last good look around
(So many unusual sounds)
I gotta get my feet on the ground.

Help me get down,
I can make it.
Ahhh . . . Help me get down,
I can make it. Help me get down.
Help me get down, I can make it.
Help me get down. If I only knew the answer,
I wouldn't be bothering you
Father, help me get down,
I can make it. Help me get down.
Help me get down, I can make it.
Help me get down. If I only knew the answer,
and if all our days are numbered
would you help me get down?

If I only knew the answer
If I change my way of living,
and if I pave my streets with good times,
will the mountain keep on giving?
And if all of our days are numbered,
then why do I keep counting?