Zoë Johnson-Berman, handclaps

What good is this

All this crap I’ve figured out

It doesn’t change a thing

That it’s all about.

I try and try

To do the best with what I’ve got

I maybe get a glimpse

But then maybe not.

Whatever I do

It’s the same brick wall

Wherever I go

It’s another question

Nothing brings me closer

To the answers I’ve been seeking 

It’s enough to make a guy give up

It’s enough to make a guy give up.

Tryna understand

What it means to be alive

What it means to die

And I just don’t get it

Tryna find some peace

Before the sand runs out

Or it makes me crazy

Either one.

I knock on the door

And the lock lets go

I open it wide

And I step right through it

What the hell I’m right back

Where I started on the outside

It’s enough to make a guy give up

It’s enough to make a guy give up.

What good this is?

All the stuff I think I know

Just a bunch of hints

Not a lot to show.

What good is this?

No matter what I say

Guess I’ll be flying blind

Like any other day

What good is this?

What good is this?

What good is this?

What good is this?