Upon This Rock

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
Upon this rock I’ve a reason
Upon this rock I am strong
Upon this rock I’ve a reason
I’m standing 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 burn away every indecision
Angst-free anchor me
Make my life a mission