Nothing matters in the long run. In the long run we’re all dead. So all that matters is what we do now – how happy we are, and how happy we make those around us.
I’m on the main road to nowhere,
Fighting through hell to reach purgatory;
Drowning in shallow waters to swim the seas,
Dreaming of everything and nothing,
Of a future that cannot be.
I see a light at the end of the tunnel,
A mirage of shifting hope;
Mindless lyrics blast through the radio,
Fragmented minds sway to catchy tunes.
All words are but sounds,
All music but noise;
Scratchy lines on cheap paper shouldn’t mean so much.
Looking for meaning in a universe made of brimstone and gas,
You cannot understand things that mean nothing.
What if I tell you that there’s no plan?
That you’re drowning and no one gives a damn.
What if I tell you that there’s nothing in the long run,
‘Cause in the long run we’re all dead.
What if I tell you to give a damn?
‘Cause no one else ever will.
What if I tell you to shoot the doubts,
There’ll be time enough to pay for your sins
On the main road to nowhere,
You’ll find the answers to everything.