Rain is pouring on time Idleness is our routine And we rest on nothing Empty days keep going by I find myself wanting Everything but I can't decide As we drift to an empty space And wake up just the same And I can't say That it's okay 'Been better days Living with a blindfold on Aimlessly wandering We are finding Something to hold on to Rain is pouring on time Idleness is our routine And we rest on nothing Empty days keep going by And I can't say That it's okay 'Been better days Living with a blindfold on Aimlessly wandering We are finding Something to hold on to And when we find what we're looking for It's nothing at all It's nothing at all