Ribbons and Bows - Daniel Amos

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 here new 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

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

Love is a question mark

Life’s in a shadow box

God hides himself sometimes

Inside a paradox

There may not ever be

Anything here new 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

(Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba)

La la la la la la la, la la la la la la

(Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba)

La la la la la la la, la la la la la la