Ribbons And Bows

Love is a question mark Life's in a shadow box God hides himself sometimes Inside a paradox And there may not ever be Anything new here to say But I'm fond of finding words That say it in a different way Does everybody want it nicely Lined up in little neat rows? Does anybody know precisely Just where the wild wind blows? I can hand it to you brightly Wrapped up in ribbons and bows We could dance the same old dances Learn all the same old ropes Roll out the same safe songs Tell all our tired jokes We've got some walls to climb We've got some gates to crash We've got a fire to light Burn down the pious trash