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?
