Has the future been
Been planned out so far
In advance
They say we're full of it
But the truth is
Stating that no claim
Has proven accurate
You've got forever to plan
Call the shots
Call 'em mishaps
Sweep aside
All of this and that
Under the floorboard
They won't do harm to anyone
Pull them up
By their bootstraps
Tell 'em time is up and to stop
Requesting the sad songs
We've been humming all along
You've got forever to plan your next move
The well-invested say you've nothing to prove
As they're drowning in solitude
These words are wind
Adept at drawing sins
To the center of our lives
These actions must rescind
These words are wind
Always flowing through you
Will you run out of steam
Attempting to chase the dreams
That can't be realized
If you won't open your eyes
Just look into the light
Call the shots
Call 'em mishaps
Sweep aside
All of this and that
Under the floorboard
They won't do harm to anyone
Pull them up
By their bootstraps
Tell 'em time is up and to stop
Requesting the sad songs
We've been humming all along
'Bout how foolish we were
To think that all our preparations
Would get things done
I can't pretend that I
See clearly all the time
My mind peaks through the echoes
Of all the idle rhymes
Now I can plainly see
The vision inside me
Is more than that of merely just a man
Who's got forever to plan
Call the shots
Call 'em mishaps
Sweep aside
All of this and that
Under the floorboard
They won't do harm to anyone
Pull them up
By their bootstraps
Tell 'em time is up and to stop
Requesting the sad songs
We've been humming all along
Along
Hold on