Stornoway - The Great Procrastinator 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 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 ​ I've been busy as a beaver and I'll be damned if I don't ease the flow My big fish'll pa** 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 And you, you are the problem instigator, you, you are 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