Man, I know it has to be good Moving apart to the woods Dance words endangered design Hand moving hit the world twice Hands, out in this magesty light Plans, Over then into tthe light His whole world she does intoxicate His own hand lie farther in decay We're meant to be uplayed (3X) Bands, down the hall Don't know they're small Im picking out the day When I will be upstaged Im picking out the day Picking out the day Bands, large and small Short and tall Fall out to their final day (4X) Lines, too hard to recall Sing into the wall --- When, I get the room I will play When, they laugh like it is the shame Friends don't tend to use (4X) Plans, which have already been made Advance, 'twards the day after their day They're making plans for you (4X)