Pressing on about our business

Comfort is getting too expensive

Hot-shots for the pigeons with a death sentence

You're something like a pistol

That's been polished bright

But if it never leaves the holster

It can never save your life



I need a meaning I can get behind

A better message to subscribe to



Set sun I'm an hour older

Mile markers punctuate the shoulder

Harboring delusions of grandeur

You're something like a canvas

That's been stretched and primed

You could become something priceless

Or you could be a waste of time



I need a meaning I can get behind

A better message to subscribe to

This is the best time to be alive

If you consider where complaining gets you



We're living much too

We're living much too comfortably for me

Keep drifting, keep drifting aimlessly

Stay with me

And we'll stay busy

On endless trips to anywhere

To end up where we'll be



I need a meaning I can get behind

A better message to subscribe to

This is the best time to be alive

If you consider where complaining gets you