Lyrics

Bound for somewhere down the road With a heavy load on this ever-racing mind Too much cooking on my stove I've stewed myself a traffic jam inside And there's a junction up ahead, i'm trying to read the signs But this traffic's made me blind And i'm a scientist with far too many metaphors And far too little data to conclude in time And you, you are the indecision maker You, you are the path unknown And i, i am the great procrastinator Pondering my way home I've been busy as a beaver And i'll be damned if i don't ease the flow My big fish'll pass me by If i don't make my mind up damn pronto So i took a hike on offa's dyke With a song stuck in my head and a blister on my toe I left my baggage on the bed Brought my cobwebs into england, they must blow And you, you are the mystery tour enlister You, you are the sights untold And i, i am the great procrastinator Stalling in the road And you, you are the problem instigator You, you are the cryptic code And i, i am the great procrastinator Puzzling on my own Oh i, i am the great procrastinator Squandering chances as i roam I am the great procrastinator Pondering my way home