Five Year Plan

Why do I live this fast? I should watch the seasons pass Maybe then I'd learn the things to ask Then again, it's my turn to take out the trash Soon I better pay these bills Tune my guitar and quit chasing thrills Somehow I let it all get out of hand And now you wanna hear my five-year plan I will be a better man, yes I can Well I'm all grown up, but I feel like a kid I want an Abba-Zaba and a Mr. Pibb I want a tax return and a souvenir I want some time to burn and an ice-cold beer I got a storage unit that's full of dreams Keys on the desk, bike by the shed, text in my jeans It's from my mom, it's a link to a Rumi poem While down the street at people's park, people try to make a home I will be a better man, yes I can I read the news, it's nothin' new, both sides casting shade "It's a coup", "it's just a ruse", it's the rich get to say And I wonder what to do on the day to day For something true, not red or blue, to come our way In the meantime, it's a lean time, flying close to the ground Turn-stiled in the turbines, most eyes casted down I'm one of the lucky ones who gets to make it out To see the moon shine through the alpines, but I know, without a doubt I will be a better man, yes I can