Blues Traveler

Nobody told me it would be good
But I still wanted it to be
Do your homework like you should
Hoping something sets you free
Whatll it be
Afraid of ultimate decay
Never stopping but to rust
Eager to get it underway
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if you must
And if you want to worship truth
Be it medicine, meditation or God on the evening news
Or a fairy tale I might sing to you
But as you learn you will increase
You will affect your own release
A million ways to hear its voice
And in the end youve got no choice
You will finally feel aware
Of what youre part of everywhere
And theres an answer when you pray
The way of things, there is a way
The way of things, there is a way
You tell me God is dead
Well I say God always was
Life and death, living and dying all at once
Thats all it ever does
Could be God is our idea
And ideas never die
Created in its image
We seek its light from up on high, give it a try
And if you want to worship truth
Be it medicine, meditation or God on the evening news
Or a fairy tale I might sing to you
But as you learn you will increase