EPISODE · Sep 23, 2025 · 2 MIN
I don't know why
from Poetry by Tim Windisch · host Tim Windisch
I don’t know whyI’d like to say I understood, believe me baby I wouldIt’s just that I have this terrible pain and I don’t feeltoo goodSeems every time I stand up tall, somebody pulls the rug andI fallMaybe we could talk about it the next time that you decideto callI’d like to be the king of the hill, I bet calling the shotswould be such a thrillBut I’m not much for politics; my thing is giving true love,babe that’s my skillOnly I end up without any left for even me, so I am sendingyou this heartfelt pleaBabe bury me in love, don’t ever stop; over my head justpile it on till I can’t seeBut Lord I don’t hear a soundNo reply can ever be foundSo I hang my head and cryOh! Babe, I don’t know whyI’d like to wake to your face, brings a soft warm glow allover the placeBut it’s only when I’m dreaming that it happens, causesunrise gives chaseThose images fade from view, it hurts me deep cause there’snothing I can doThere’s nothing that makes me feel like that king; no babenothing except for youI’d like to ride the wave of love, I could ride itperpetually cause I just can’t get enoughGod sent me an angel; there’s no other way to describe, youwere sent from aboveBut He can be fickle and funny, sometimes you think it willrain but it’s sunnySo all I can say for sure is this bear is hungry, and youknow he only wants his honeyStill I don’t hear a soundLet your reply be foundSay you’re on your way and I’m your guyPerfect end to my fairy tale; oh! Babe I don’t know whyTim Windisch09 23 2025
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