There's a million little ways To find some kind of meaning in the back Backboard With your hand, your hips, and dust on the lips You react the way you did before There's only so much you can take And really, what can be done? When you make lightning in a jar just to release it And then see what it becomes We turn to the clouds for answers that we couldn't find They shout back "Take everything that you can get And get out of here alive" Moved to the coast A cast of new friends The money found its way to your head You can call off the search This place has the answers But don't look in the room where the beast is fed We turn to the clouds for answers that we couldn't find They shout back "Take everything that you can get And get out of here alive" How many steps will it take to find How many seasons will you waste on the roadside How many steps will it take to find How many seasons will you waste on the roadside How many steps will it take to find How many seasons will you waste on the roadside