The Great Procrastinator - Stornoway

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

And there’s a junction up ahead, 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 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 into 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 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