Chasing after the rainbow's end

left me clutching a fistful of wind.

That last adventure must have been just a waste of my time.

Ten pleasures for every wish.

Twenty scratches for every itch.

One hundred ways to catch a fish.

Just a waste of my time.



Dead beats, dead end streets, every step I falter.

Fill my cup, fill me up, take me to the altar.



Upon this rock I've a reason.

Upon this rock I am strong.

Upon this rock I've a reason.

I'm standing where I belong.



Wish I hadn't built as big a house.

Makes it hard to catch a little mouse.

(I'd chase it but I'm feeling drowsy,

all from wasting my time.)



I need a glimpse of my calling now,

get my feet back behind the plow.

This idle age will not allow

just a waste of my time.

This day burn away every indecision.

Angst-free anchor me.

Make my life a mission