Plans

Step quietly you are and intruder It's not your right It's a privilege tonight And all of the things I've stood up and seen On birthdays and christmas and days inbetween You say son, by your talk, it's not your battle to be won Hey we all have plans To struggle through to our promised lands And there's a bag on my back And a key in the door I say hey I'm on my way I'm on my way Dream childishly You are not a prisoner Take this right It's your privilege in life And all of the things that we could have been And all of the things that we could still be You say son have your fun It's your battle to be won Hey we all have plans To struggle through to our promised lands And there's a bag on my back And a key in the door I say hey I'm on my way I'm on my way I have stepped on cracks And I felt my wings collapse Cause I flew to close to the sun And I never learned to run And I have stepped on cracks And I felt my wings collapse Cause I flew to close to the sun And I never learned to run Hey we all have plans To struggle through to our promised lands And there's a bag on my back And a key in the door I say hey Hey hey hey I'm on my way Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Hey we all have plans To struggle through to our promised lands And there's a bag on my back And a key in the door I say hey I'm on my way