Where Tears Come From

I wish I knew where tears come from The eyes are where they show But what goes on behind the scenes That makes a teardrop grow? Are they planted by emotion, Then picked when they are ripe? Are the shirt sleeves only purpose To catch the tears we wipe? Are they always on the surface Or buried someplace deep? Do our teardrops have a number That's counted as we weep? And what about those tears of joy That mixes with our smile They're always few and far between Then only last a while I wish I knew where tears come from And if you're wondering why I'd rid the world of all its pain So we would never cry