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