Wrabel - Pale Blue Dot

Funny how the smallest thing
Can open up a big trap door
Then you question everything
I was at the grocery story
Saw somebody smiling in line
I started thinking 'bout their life

I wonder what happiness feels like
I wonder if I felt it before
I wonder if love comes one time
Or two, or three, or even more
I wonder if we ever get answers
To the letters that we're sending God
And I wonder why we're spinning on this, pale blue dot

If we saw ourselves from space
Looking down from far away
Don't you think we'd look the same?
It's hard to know what matters most
When you hold it all too close
Baby, what's the pain in letting go?

I wonder what happiness feels like
I wonder if I felt it before
I wonder if love comes one time
Or two, or three, or even more
I wonder if we ever get answers
To the letters that we're sending God
And I wonder why we're spinning on this, pale blue dot

I wonder why some people live, some die so young
And I wonder why some never lie, some get in line
I wonder why we're dealt a hand we cannot change
And if I'm knew, would it matter anyway?
I'm spinning, I'm spinning
I'm spinning, I'm spinning
I'm spinning, I'm spinning
I'm spinning, I'm spinning

I wonder what happens after this life
I wonder if He levels the score
I wonder if we only get one try
Think I could use a couple more
I wonder if we ever get answers
To the letters that we're sending God
And I wonder why we're spinning on this, pale blue dot