Lyrics

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 world's 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

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?"

Woo!

It calms the musician
Who needs not only to listen
But also to feel...

(S)omething
(A)nything
(N)othing
(E)verything