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