My life is so busy And somehowI always end up feeling idleThe more I think of what I am supposed to do,The more confused messed up I feelI get up everyday and go to my nine-to-fiveWhen my day is done, and my work is almost throughI find myself still searching for something new.I can?t remember what it feels to be aliveYou guide me with a spotilightYou show me the path and where I should be goingBut instead of following it I pull and dragIt right behind me where I want to go.My life?s not justified unless you?re glorified.