Aimless

The Beagle down the street

He’s never on a leash

And every car that passes by, he chases like a freak

I was puzzled so I asked him what he’d do one day

If he caught himself a big old Chevrolet

And he said

I don’t have a clue

But how many of us ever really do?

There is not a glowing sign that I am heading toward

I’m not aimless, I’m just not sure what I am aiming for

My stupid little cat

Thinks her tail is a rat

She chases it in circles, till she sputters out of gas

I told her it’s impossible to catch that tail

That no matter what she does, she’ll always fail

And she said, ooooh

I don’t have a clue

Maybe what you’re telling me is true

But how am I supposed to know, if I don’t explore

I’m not aimless, I’m just not sure what I am aiming for

But me, I know my way

I wake up every day

I start to walk, and from my path, I never really stray

I’ll get to where I’m going when I figure out

Why the map is always changing when I start to find the route

And I said

I don’t have a clue

But how many of us ever really do?

There is not a glowing sign that I am heading toward

I’m not aimless, I’m just not sure what I am aiming for

What am I aiming for?