Blueprint

There’s nothing I’d rather do
Than hide my face in this pillow
Far away from the world
And all of my great expectations
This American dream had her way with me
Taught me to be who I wanted to be
But life seems more like a lottery
These days

I wish I was lucky
I wish I had money
Just a little something to show for the work I’ve done
Wish I had a plan that worked
Cut through me get lucid
I wish I knew a god up above who could draw me up a blueprint

Yeah I ain’t got much confidence
It all went away
After fifteen years of fighting
To end up in the same place
Then I heard the late night preacher
On this motel TV set
Selling me his old ideas
Like I haven’t heard em yet

I’d rather be lucky
I’d rather have money
Just a little something to show for the work I’ve done
I’d rather have a plan that worked
Cut through me get lucid
I'd rather know a god up above who could draw me up a blueprint

Trader Nick makes bets down on Wallstreet
His old man rolls dice down the block
While his mom puts her faith in religion
It all comes from the same spot
They're all searching for some secret
To flip the downside up
Any guess is good as any
Any guess is worth a shot

I’d rather be lucky
I’d rather have money
Just a little something to show for the work I’ve done
I’d rather have a plan that worked
So I didn’t feel stupid
Cut through me get lucid
I'd rather know a god up above who could draw me up a blueprint
I'd rather know a god up above who could draw me up a blueprint