Woebegone

The storm’s gaping mouth
Shouted no one goes out
The storm’s gaping mouth
Shouted stay in tonight

But I had something on mind
And so very little patience
I had something on mind
Staying there was not an option

I’m not a maker of
Plans, but I planned a route anyhow
Something with a chance of
Passing by her raven eyes
But it was a stormy night
And I had no fuel to take flight
So I had to rearrange
And make a plan without a plane

So I got my boat
Why not sail when I couldn’t fly
So I got my boat
Headed up to the Upper East side

But my boat couldn’t hold the line
And my compass was a broken toy
It made the sweetest noise
But couldn’t save my soul anyhow

So I made love to the waves
As they took me away
So I made love to the waves
As they took me away

I’m not a maker of
Plans, but I planned a route anyhow
Straight in to the eye of
The hurricane that took my puny life
My boat couldn’t hold the line
And I had no fuel to take flight
So I had to rearrange
And give my soul up to the waves

I’m not a maker of
Plans but I planned a route anyhow
Straight in to the eye of
The hurricane that took my puny life