Twilight in this part of town looks slate gray
and I’m all alone, got no idea what to say.
Days of old, I used to be a much more active kind of man.
Now I’m just waiting for a plan.

In ‘95 I used to be a more courageous sort
but now all of my schemes and dreams are all set to abort.
Once upon a time, for great adventure I would scan
Now here I am, just waiting for a plan.

A plan is what I’m looking for, but I am unprepared
and if I’m being honest, it’s much more that I am scared
to schedule and prepetrate and put the things in line
so when they finally fall apart the fault will all be mine.

So I stand alone on corners, waiting for my plan
which could have been the place in which this tale had all began. Instead I’ll simply hope and pray as hard as this man can
that planning soon becomes something beneath my own wingspan.