Things to Come - 22 Jacks

Street underneath my feet

Keeps on giving me a path

To somewhere I don’t know

I’ve got things on my head

Things on my mind before

Before they catch me if I can

My ideas of things yet to come

Over there — like a face in the path

No way of trying to get me going

Here, there, or anywhere,

So I sit and think of things

Yet to come