Worthless Pursuit by Chris Taylor
I've spent years and years and years . . . chasing the wind out of my very own sails
Time and time again . . . I've lost the inspiration that got me here
What is worth the life and the living . . . the pain of loss is it worth the giving?
From the moment of my birth — The worthless pursuit of things on the earth
Over and over it seems . . . I work my fingers all the way to the bone
Possessing the things I don't need . . . I live in a big house but I feel so alone
All that toil and all that grief . . . all that gain and still no peace
Dust turns into dirt — The worthless pursuit of things on the earth
I'm on my way . . . to the end of the world
All along the way . . . Chaos rules both kings and fools
I'm on my way . . . to the end of the world . . . the end of the world
I had some money for a little while . . .. left holes in my pockets and a long paper trail
Everyone looking for the meaning of life . . . Everyone got their own story to tell
All our searching . . . all our finding . . . all our conscience still reminding
We wear it like a shirt - the worthless pursuit of things on the earth.