The howling winds, the fading grass
The leaves that tumble as they pass
And you and I may not last this autumn

The things we do, I don't know why
We build it up, we reach so high
Then tear it down, watch it slide
I don't know why

The rolling hills, the peaceful plains
They lie beyond our crooked games
Why do we twist, why do we try to take it all?
I don't know why

The deepest sea, the farthest shore
It's not enough, we still want more

The things we do, I don't know why
Why do we bend, why do we pry?
Destroy it all, pull down the sky?
I don't know why

Image by Natalia Y

I Don't Know Why

Here you will find little acoustic pop songs; melancholy, dreamy-folk things. Sometimes some jangly, fuzzy rock tunes or ambient pieces as well. Work-in-progress demos to finished tracks, informal playlists to official album releases. Enjoy.

I Don't Know Why

Tom Hanson