Plan B’s looking better but plan A looks worse,
Now I don’t know which is which,
Those dreams seem to spiral and go down the pan,
It’s been said that life’s a bitch,
But I’ve got two hands and I’ve got two feet,
It’s all within my grasp,
The days keep dawning, life still goes on,
Another thankless task.
The dreams keep burning, the wheels keep turning.

Maybe I’d hold it all down at once,
If there were 25 hours a day,
I’d have 9 to 5, culture and hair-brained schemes,
And 3 square meals a day.
The walls are built in closer than they were before,
But the doors are left unlocked,
Cos I won’t try to leave and if I even could,
I’d be completely lost,
There’s a nagging feeling that holds me back,
And stops me from doing wrong,
If there’s one attribute that I’ve always lacked,
It won’t be absent long.

My love runs burning, my stomach’s churning.
Maybe I’d hold it all down at once,
If there were 25 hours a day,
I’d have 9 to 5, culture and hair-brained schemes,
And 3 square meals a day.
There’s light on the horizon,
And dark has gone till dusk,
The haggard sun looks woebegone,
And I’ll put up if a must.

But I’ve got two hands and I’ve got two feet,
It’s all within my grasp,
The days keep dawning, life still goes on,
Another thankless task.
My love runs burning, my stomach’s churning.

Maybe I’d hold it all down at once,
If there were 25 hours a day,
I’d have 9 to 5, culture and hair-brained schemes,
And 3 square meals a day.