I don't plan anything

I'm trying to come home

Thoughts of you are always on my

mind

A runaway from problems, my excuse

when I am there

You roll over - once again I'm gone



It's old, it's plain to see this life of

tragedy

Save it for later - that's what we always

said

What will that do for us?

What will they do for us?

What will they do for us now?



Tried to paint a picture of the times

that we once shared

Never seemed to be so concerned



The story goes like this...

You say I'm almost never there

Independence is what you want

An arm to hold on, someone to sleep

next to in the night

Rolling over - once again I'm gone



Look through the backlog, an index

of thoughts

This time it won't get to me

What will they do for us?

What will they do for us?

What will they do for us now?



I tried to paint a picture of the time

we once shared

Never seemed to be so concerned



(And I don't plan anything

I'm never comin' home

Thoughts of you are on my mind

So I'm never gone...)



What will they do for us?