Thanks

Bright and early on a Sunday morning

Clear skies, but, for me, it's storming

Secretly, I didn't want to wake up

Now I've gotta grab my mental makeup

Move in concert with the crowd as it sings

Then the preacher talks about awful things

There's an evil place with fire everywhere

And, if I don't stay in line, I'll go there

Back at home, I'm laying down in my room

Wondering if I'm avoiding that doom

Am I doing all I can to stay good?

How am I to know if I even should?

Question everything I've ever been told

Scared of being young, and scared to get old

Every time I think about it, I cry

I don't know what happens after you die

I asked you to give me a sign

But you declined

Never told me why

So thanks for nothing, I suppose

Thanks for nothing, I suppose

When you’re called to rescue a life

You let ‘em die

Left ‘em out to dry

So thanks for nothing, I suppose

Thanks for nothing, I suppose

I’m told that to seek you is right

I will be fine

We will win the fight

But thanks for nothing, I suppose

Thanks for nothing, I suppose

I don’t know what’s truth and what’s lies

All because I

Cannot trust my eyes

So thanks for nothing, I suppose

Thanks for nothing, I suppose

I asked you for a sign

But you declined

Never told me why

So thanks for nothing, I suppose

Thanks for nothing, I suppose