Delusions of Grandeur

Pressing on about our business
hot shots for the pigeons with a death sentence
youre something like a pistol thats been polished bright
but if it never leaves the holster it can never save your life

[To be alone, to be alive]
i need a meaning i can get behind
a better message to subscribe to

set sun im an hour older
mile markers punctuate the shoulder
harboring delusions of grandeur
youre something like a canvas thats been stretched and primed

i need a meaning i can get behind
a better message to subscribe to
this is the time to be alive
keep drifting keep drifting aimless
stay with me and we'll stay busy on endless trips to anywhere to end up where we'll be