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
There's a junction up ahead
And 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
Verse
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, and to 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
Interlude (and key change)
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