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The purposelessness of a summer day,
well I donât know where the road will lead me next,
I asked my old man what will become of me and he said,
âNothing is all you do and itâs all youâll ever be.â
It might make you sad that this is my home,
it might seem too bad that this is all I know.
A purposelessness for a summer day,
nothing is all I do and itâs all I have to be.
Itâs all Iâll beâ¦
A driftless waste of space,
another welfare case,
you canât make me grow up.
I wonât waste my time,
on your assembly line,
you canât make me grow up.
A lazy lawn chair and an ice cold drink,
why on earth would I ever want to change?
Ambition falls away as I drift to sleep,
this momentâs gone but it was mine to keep.
It might make you sad that this is my home,
youâre just like my dad what do you know?
The purposelessness of a summer day,
nothing is all I do and itâs all I have to be.
Itâs all Iâll beâ¦
A driftless waste of space,
another welfare case,
you canât make me grow up.
I wonât waste my time,
on your assembly line,
you canât make me grow up.
The purposelessness of a summer day,
nothing is all I do and itâs all Iâll ever be.