Great aspirations often
fall too short to fly
Life alone can take us
on its twisted path
As we wander down this road
not all sure where to go
Sometimes the scenery can
just bore you to death
As I sit down to write
another day go by
They all seem the same anymore
with so little time to live
And so much time to kill
how is it That I find
time to be bored?
Am I wasting time is my
purpose being served
Am I part of a master
plan? Today is all we have
can't change yesterday
Strolling down this road again
Life has made me cynical it's
taught me about its pain
Is the little blue man
using me for him? I guess
I know the answer already
So does he but when he goes
he'll know if his sin was sin
Am I wasting time is my
purpose being served
Am I part of a master
plan? Today is all we have
can't change yesterday
Strolling down this road again
All we have
all we have
I guess for now the only answers
That I'll get will be the ones
I can figure out myself
Listen closely friends we're
coming to this story's end
And I don't think that I
have rid from any doubt.
Am I wasting time is my
purpose being served
Am I part of a master
plan? Today is all we have
can't change yesterday
Strolling down this road again