We could declare there's a meaning
That'll bear fruit any day now
But that'd be a lie; the sky is pink and
The world don't turn nohow.

We could beg for an answer
Unplug our ears, open our mouths
But that'd require a moral compass
In a world that don't turn nohow.

We could fly, see the galaxies
Live life better than we were allowed
But that'd be existing, that'd be living
In a world that don't turn nohow.