Chasing after the rainbow's end
Left me clutching a fistful of wind.
That last adventure must have been
Just a waste of my time.

Ten pleasures for every wish.
Twenty scratches for every itch.
One hundred ways to catch a fish.
Just a waste of my time.

Dead beats, dead-end streets, every step I falter.
Fill my cup, fill me up, take me to the altar, yeah.

Upon this rock I've a reason.
Upon this rock I am strong.
Upon this rock I've a reason.
I'm standing where I belong.

Wish I hadn't built as big a house.
Makes it hard to catch a little mouse.
(I'd chase it, but I'm feeling drowsy,
All from wasting my time.)

I need a glimpse of my calling now,
Get my feet back behind the plow.
This idle age will not allow
Just a waste of my time.

This day burn away every indecision.
Angst-free anchor me.
Make my life a mission, yeah.

Upon this rock I've a reason.
Upon this rock I am strong.
Upon this rock I've a reason.
I'm standing where I belong.

Upon this rock I've a reason.
Upon this rock I am strong.
Upon this rock I've a reason.
I'm standing where I belong.

This is the day,
Give thanks and say,
This is the day,
This is the day.

Upon this rock I've a reason. (This is the day,)
Upon this rock I am strong. (Give thanks and say,)
Upon this rock I've a reason. (This is the day,)
I'm standing where I belong. (This is the day.)

By Peter Furler, D. Liles, Steve Taylor