Working hard, it goes on and on
You live to waste and crave the taste
You'll find that what you want ain't always what you need

Lord, it ain't always what you need

So you find your way, through present
Tense
But, do you ever ask yourself if it all make sense

Now that you got what you came for
Whatcha gonna do
Mmm... Whatcha gonna do

So this is it
It seems to be gone
Every step and move you make turns and slips it all away

Cause ever since I took it all for granted
Weep with tears of a crocodile
Half of everything is what I have