Dreams of St. Petersburg

Once there was a Sunday son
 Just sit and watch the cattails blow
 Just another mixed up kid
 Couldn't figure out how the sky was so big
 Doesn't know the answers
 But he still asks all the questions
 Does day deserve a night?
 Doesn't know the answers
 But he still asks all the questions
 He doesn't want to fight
 You know there was a Sunday sun
 He got expelled, but it ain't his fault
 It's just a Midwest thing
 Just sit and watch the cattails blow
 Doesn't know the answers
 But he still asks all the questions
 Does day deserve a night?
 Doesn't know the answers
 But he still asks all the questions
 He doesn't want to fight
 He dreamed of St. Petersburg that night
 The snow fell through the lamp post light
 Love so much like you do at 17, at 17
 Once there was a way to get back home
 Somebody once said that, they're not alone
 Just watch the chimney smoke blow
 And wander down that road alone
 Doesn't know the answers
 But he still asks all the questions
 Does day deserve a night?
 Doesn't know the answers
 But he still asks all the questions
 Does day destroy a night?
 Doesn't know the answers
 But he still asks all the questions
 He doesn't know the game
 Doesn't know the answers
 But he still asks all the questions
 He doesn't want to fight