Chasing after the rainbow's end Left me clutching a fistful of wind.
That last adventure must have been just A waste of my time.
Ten pleasures for every wish. Twenty scratches for every itch. One hundred ways to catch a fish. Just a waste of my time. Dead beats, dead end streets, Every step I falter. Fill my cup, fill me up, Take me to the altar.
Chorus Upon this rock I've a reason. Upon this rock I am strong. Upon this rock I've a reason. I'm standing here where I belong.
Wish I hadn't built as big a house. Makes it hard to catch a little mouse. (I'd chase it but I'm feeling drowsy, all From wasting my time.)
I need a glimpse of my calling now, get My feet back behind the plow. This idle age will not allow just a waste Of my time. This day burns away every indecision. Angst-free anchor me.
