Morning after morning Day after day Life goes on In the same old way No variation Or so it seems Sometimes we realize Our nightmares Not our dreams Oh, It's sad Woah-oh, It's so sad When someone says they Found The Answer You tell him you're Not really doing That bad They're trying to buy heaven Right here on earth The cost will always end up More than it's worth You ponder living You wonder why No matter what you do You're still going to die Guilt is in your conscience Pain in your soul Feel's like you're falling Down a deep dark hole You drink that whiskey You smoke that pot Twenty more years What in hell have you got When Jesus says that He's the answer You tell him you're Not really doing That bad