Ain’t nothing but a stepping stone You got years and years to go When you stay up for a classic thrill As you look out disappointed on the window sill Well, thought that there’d be more She said to me, with tears streaming down her face Have you found your place?
Have you found that place? Have you found your
Ain’t nothing but some shoot up faith You tap two on the crest of your veins Now your waving down some mighty hand As you wander through the promise of some promise land Is there paradise right here: in my coffee cup On the porch in gentle breeze Have you found your peace?
Count the marks on the dollar tree Catching leaves to fill the space Have you found your place?
Why is my room filled with things I don’t need Books I don’t read anymore When I sit and I soak up the light from my screen With so much to see I’ve never felt so bored
Why is my head filled with thoughts I don’t think Shit that leaves me on the floor But I’m staying inside as I soak up that glow With so many highs, I’ve never felt so low
So tell me what’s your secret sauce A tattoo or a gin on the rocks When we’ve all got our prescriptions to fill Tell me honey do you find yours in a pew or a pill? And you thought that you’d feel warm, in a blanket That’s wrapped up inside your brain Have you found your place?