"Sometimes it rains
Sometimes it pours
But mostly it dries up
Like the flood on the floor
Floats like fireflies
Out in the yard
Signing everything’s a means to an end
Angels and demons
They’re on all our shoulders
Some people give in to them
As they grow older
But as they lose sight
They forget what is right
And that everything’s a means to an end
If the dam starts to break
Or the stars start to fall
And you can count all the reasons why
You can’t count them all
I hope the clouds in your coffee
Will wake you to see
That everything’s a means to an end
I hope the weight on your shoulders
Won’t hold you much longer
Because everything's a means to an end"