07 Sunday’s Best - Without Meaning

off of “The Californian“ Polyvinyl Records 2002 lyrics: 9:00 am, she gets in the car Hoping things will change this time around “I wonder what they re going to say now,“ she whispers As she reaches for the radio dial She’s lost all her feeling She thinks they are scheming it’s a game she plays in her head This is it This life This is what you wanted all along All along This is it This life This is what you wanted all along All along He watches the wheels turn around Each revolution passing him by “I give myself 2 years,“ he cheers 2 has turned to 5 to “way too long“ He’s alive and he’s breathing Living without meaning He might as well be dead He’s alive and he’s breathing Living without meaning He might as well be dead This is it This life This is what you wanted all along All along This is it This life This is what you wanted all along All along Don’t hold back Take it to the people You know, these things will turn your head around And around Don’t hold back Take it to the people You know, these things will turn your head around And around They rolled over paths To travel streets of gold (now turned to gravel) They forgot to roll the map out In their search for hope or glamor This is it This life This is what you wanted all along All along This is it This life This is what you wanted all along All along Don’t hold back Take it to the people You know, these things will turn your head around And around ’s Best