I like to sleep in on the weekends
It makes up for waking up at seven am
But when the phone pings at eight fifteen
I can't fall asleep again
Sometimes life has other plans
Sometimes life has other plans
Friday night I met a girl named Mary Ellen
She rents a place at a good rate in Brooklyn
But will I think about Mary Ellen
When I sing about Maryanne
Sometimes life has other plans
Sometimes life has other plans
I know a girl who lives at home so she can go traveling
She showed me pictures of her in a far off land
We're almost at the point where we can hold hands
Sometimes she has other plans
Sometimes she has other plans
