Why
There's a man with a cane out walking he's walking alone
The snow is falling lightly as he says to himself

"Why must we think about the past?
Why the hell must time go so fast?
Well there's no use in asking questions we can't answer."

His wife passed on last year and he still leaves an empty chair
The seat is hardly vacant 'cause he cooks and drinks for two
He says, "Why must we think about the past?
Why the hell must time go so fast?
Well there's no use in asking questions we can't answer."

He says, "It's time to let her go", and he visits her grave
He lies down and puts his head on her gravestone and his heart gives way

He doesn't need to think about the past
He and his love will now and ever last
And he flies into her arms on angels wings