Arrows

Wasting arrows on things we can't see

Our whole lives we are lookin' for places we can't be

And the substance of our corruption is plain but we can't tell

We're busy throwing pennies into empty wishing wells

Our yellow sun is still aburnin', our worlds still spinnin' 'round

But still we search for an end we know just can't be found

So if tomorrow I don't wake, I'll say I'm sorry for now

But my feet have lifted up, I've floated off into the clouds

So do what you do

See what it does to you

For me, I feel brand new

Oh, could it be true?

That I have found

There's no truth to find?

Only made up minds

Counting nickels and dimes

Singing "Oh, pretty face in the sky

Won't you sell us some good times?"

Nothing calms the musician

Who needs not only to listen

But also to feel...

Something

Anything

Nothing

Everything