it's another day on planet earth
and another chance to see what I am worth
I've searched for meaning since my birth
and I still haven't found it
I've searched the phone book with a fine-toothed comb
but the only answer that I've known
is a stranger's voice on the telephone
telling me there's no way around it
where am I going
what will I do
I keep searching for reason
I keep questioning you
I don't know where I'm going
but I'm going to
it's all that my weary brain can handle
it's another day in a stranger's land
and I never will quite understand
if anything is under my command
I still haven't found it
the politicians say it's all good
they're preaching in my neighborhood
you belong to us -- that's understood
whatever you do will compound it
where am I going
what will I do
I keep searching for reason
I keep questioning you
I don't know where I'm going
but I'm going to
it's all that my weary brain can handle
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