(4:18) (A. Cordes) What's the use in trying. If all my senses say no place exists for you. What's the use in holding out my arms. I couldn't find reasons if I tried to... What's the use in floating if all it does is tell you someone's under you. What's the use in being if I learn to be neglectful to all the things, that mean the most to most of you... But I can hear me say... (Chorus) More than likely, I'm what you're living for. If I find out I am, then I'll finally understand when I say... More than likely, I'm what you're living for More than likely (living for)... What's the use in praying. For all the things that mean so much to none of you... What's the use in pouring out my heart into situations I could cry thorough... Oh what's the use in closing all the doors that let the loving into you... What's the use of loving If I learn. Not to feel anything at all, even if it means the most to you... But I can hear me say... (Repeat Chorus) Even if you find that I'm transcending most of my mind... Through the often closing doors of what's to come, and what's in store. Even if because you find I'm spending most of my love... To the often closed minds that must inquire, what you're living for... What's the use in changing (let's go) To all the hopes that leave you somewhere next to lies... What's the use in buying all my time, to try and figure out the frame that likes to communicate through signs. I can hear me say... (Repeat Chorus, adlib)