(4:18) (A. Cordes)



What's the use in trying. If all my senses say no place exists for

you. What's the use in holding out my arms. I couldn't find reasons

if I tried to... What's the use in floating if all it does is tell

you someone's under you. What's the use in being if I learn to be

neglectful to all the things, that mean the most to most of you...

But I can hear me say... (Chorus) More than likely, I'm what you're

living for. If I find out I am, then I'll finally understand when

I say... More than likely, I'm what you're living for More than

likely (living for)... What's the use in praying. For all the

things that mean so much to none of you... What's the use in

pouring out my heart into situations I could cry thorough... Oh

what's the use in closing all the doors that let the loving into

you... What's the use of loving If I learn. Not to feel anything at

all, even if it means the most to you... But I can hear me say...

(Repeat Chorus) Even if you find that I'm transcending most of my

mind... Through the often closing doors of what's to come, and

what's in store. Even if because you find I'm spending most of my

love... To the often closed minds that must inquire, what you're

living for... What's the use in changing (let's go) To all the

hopes that leave you somewhere next to lies... What's the use in

buying all my time, to try and figure out the frame that likes to

communicate through signs. I can hear me say... (Repeat Chorus,

adlib)