The Beagle down the street He's never on a leash And every car that passes by, he chases like a freak I was puzzled so I asked him what he'd do one day If he caught himself a big old Chevrolet And he said, ooooh I don't have a clue But how many of us ever really do? There is not a glowing sign that I am heading toward I'm not aimless, I'm just not sure what I am aiming for My stupid little cat Thinks her tail is a rat She chases it in circles, till she sputters out of gas I told her it's impossible to catch that tail That no matter what she does, she'll always fail And she said, ooooh I don't have a clue Maybe what you're telling me is true But how am I supposed to know, if I don't explore I'm not aimless, I'm just not sure what I am aiming for But me, I know my way I wake up every day I start to walk, and from my path, I never really stray I'll get to where I'm going when I figure out Why the map is always changing when I start to find the route And I said, ooooh I don't have a clue But how many of us ever really do? There is not a glowing sign that I am heading toward I'm not aimless, I'm just not sure what I am aiming for What am I aiming for?