I took a fresh page in my notebook
to remake a list of plans
You know the kind I'm getting at
The kind that bubble up repeatedly in the mindflow
Causing momentary pain
And the list went on forever
or at least to the second page
and I was filled with a sudden rage
that I would need two lives to accomplish half a page worth
of these sad deluded dreams
and you can take a man out of his job
but can you force a man to stick to his plans?
And all the time that got stuck in the fan
I try to shape it but it falls from my hands
It just rebels when faced with all my demands
I'm further back now than before I began
Before I began
Will you come round to my place now
Cos I know that you keep lists too
They get more fruity as your mood improves
And I've not been rifling through your things but I'll wager
They're as long at least as mine
And the life that I am living is a pain in the sodding arse
Is it quite too much to ask
that we can synchronise for one night out of seven
without both falling asleep?
and you can take a man out of his job
but can you force a man to stick to his plans?
And all the time that got stuck in the fan
I try to shape it but it falls from my hands
It just rebels when faced with all our demands
We're further back now than before we began
Before we began
