Sunday's Best - Without Meaning

9:00 am. She gets in the car hoping things will change this time around
"I wonder what they're going to say now,"
She whispers as she reaches for the radio dial
She's lost all her feeling, she thinks they are scheming;
It's a game she plays in her head

This is it. This life
This is what you wanted all along

He watches the wheels turn around, each revolution passing him by
"I give myself 2 years," he cheers. 2 has turned to 5 to "way too long."
He's alive and he's breathing, but living without meaning
He might as well be dead

Don't hold back. Take it to the people
These things will turn your head around...

They rolled over paths to travel streets of gold (now turned to gravel)
They forgot to roll the map out in their search for hope or glamour...