More Often Than What

[Verse 1]
My life is more often—than what?
I ask the ceiling; it answers, “Good luck.”
Coffee goes cold while the question stays hot,
I’ve got a whole lot of life and a hole in the plot.

[Chorus]
My life is more often than what?
A full-speed maybe, a beautiful “not.”
Say it again till the meaning shows up—
My life is more often… than what?

[Verse 2]
Some days it’s waiting in line for a sign,
Some days the sign says, “You’re doing just fine.”
I laugh at the mystery, shrug at the clock,
Then ask the same question around the next block.

[Bridge]
Maybe the answer is lost in the noise,
Maybe the question’s the point of the joy.

[Outro]
My life is more often than what?
Still here, still asking. I guess that’s a lot.