Stepping Stone

Ain’t nothing but a stepping stone
You got years and years to go
When you stay up for a classic thrill
As you look out disappointed on the window sill
Well, thought that there’d be more
She said to me, with tears streaming down her face
Have you found your place?
Have you found that place?
Have you found your
Ain’t nothing but some shoot up faith
You tap two on the crest of your veins
Now your waving down some mighty hand
As you wander through the promise of some promise land
Is there paradise right here: in my coffee cup
On the porch in gentle breeze
Have you found your peace?
Count the marks on the dollar tree
Catching leaves to fill the space
Have you found your place?
Why is my room filled with things I don’t need
Books I don’t read anymore
When I sit and I soak up the light from my screen
With so much to see I’ve never felt so bored
Why is my head filled with thoughts I don’t think
Shit that leaves me on the floor
But I’m staying inside as I soak up that glow
With so many highs, I’ve never felt so low
So tell me what’s your secret sauce
A tattoo or a gin on the rocks
When we’ve all got our prescriptions to fill
Tell me honey do you find yours in a pew or a pill?
And you thought that you’d feel warm, in a blanket
That’s wrapped up inside your brain
Have you found your place?