God, What Am I Doing Here - Holy Modal Rounders

The cold wind from space

Is blowing in my face

God, what am i doing here?

I wish i was a cat,

Then i’d know where it’s at

Sure has been a funny year

The dripping of the faucet

Puts a rhythm to my night

I walk around in time with it,

My footprints would be white

I touch my body, seeing

I’m still a human being

God, what am i doing here?

The shoreline disappears,

The view goes on for years

Time is like an endless sea,

I row my little boat,

And try to stay afloat

Dreaming of eternity

The music all around me

Puts an order to my day

But i am rarely high enough

To see the world that way

Oh please give me a sign.

Is all this nonsense mine?

God, what am i doing here?