What Good Is This?
Not quite smart enough.
This song was written out of frustration with how little progress I’ve actually made figuring out life’s Big Questions. I know, shocker, right?
Every time I think I’m on the brink of some kind of wisdom, it’s as if I’m sneaking up to the edge of understanding when my foot gets tangled in a vine or something and I can only strain forward, squinting helplessly at the empty space before me.
And yet I keep on trying. How did Einstein define insanity again?
(My daughter Zoë Johnson-Berman helped out with handclaps on this one.)
What good is this All this crap I’ve figured out It doesn’t change a thing That it’s all about
I try and try To do the best with what I’ve got I maybe get a glimpse But then maybe not
Whatever I do It’s the same brick wall Wherever I go It’s another question Nothing brings me closer To the answers I’ve been seeking It’s enough to make a guy give up It’s enough to make a guy give up
Tryna understand What it means to be alive What it means to die And I just don’t get it Tryna find some peace Before the sand runs out Or it makes me crazy Either one
I knock on the door And the lock lets go I open it wide And I step right through it What the hell I’m right back Where I started on the outside It’s enough to make a guy give up It’s enough to make a guy give up
What good this is? All the stuff I think I know Just a bunch of hints Not a lot to show
What good is this? No matter what I say Guess I’ll be flying blind Like any other day
What good is this? What good is this? What good is this? What good is this?



