Master Plan
Wind is high where I”m going
I can’t say where I’ve been but
We are made out of clay
Shatter and start again
I’m not a threat to your freedom
I'm defending my own master plan
From the nightmares that used to bite at my heels
Before I learned how to dance

I don’t know and neither do you
YOu can’t see and neither can I
The landscape repeats, an old-fashioned cartoon
Still we continue to ride

Knee high by july
Something borrowed and something blue
All these rules fool the fools
I don’t need a frame to picture you
If you think that you’re at the helm of your destiny
That I hold the world in the palm of my hand
Just watch the mountain bow to the valley
See the ocean defined by the sand