'Nother day and another place to be
Other people that don't know much 'bout me
I am waiting for the church bells to ring but right now
Can't look to you for anything
Maybe one day they'll know my face and they'll see me walking and
Look my way
But it don't mean a thing
No it don't mean a thing
I convince myself easily
I was told this story long ago
Of a man who built his house on sand
When the rains came everything he had
It slowly slipped through his hands
I can't live that way and make those same mistakes oh
Put my faith in things that
Never stay the same
But they don't mean a thing
No they don't mean a thing
I convince myself easily
