It's such a bitter reality,
this material construction of life
leaves so much to be desired.
step in line, i'll spend my life
but what change will i receive
what difference will i make.
advertised is make life matter,
of course no directions are supplied.
well i know i'm a fool for not accepting the present,
and that the real issue is what i make of it,
but if money in the pocket is the meaning of life
then i must dream abroad.
if that's the dream i must dream abroad.
if that's the american dream i must dream abroad
he doesn't question your existence,
well i think therefore i am...
but who i'm not is what i want to be.
would you call that the master plan?
call me faithless, call me faceless,
i just stand uneasily clutching for an answer.
i don't want to whine
'cause i've had it somewhat easy,
and i haven't spent much time
seeking out a righteous meaning
i guess it'd be too simply easy,
and maybe too cliche to just give me a sign...
is that too much to ask?
is that too much to ask?