Make A Plan

Swimming through a situation

Overwrought with apple seeds and awful poems

And it's perpetual

Everybody everybody everybody everybody

Told you so

They say "I told you so."

Singing before seven and you're crying by eleven

And the bridges overflow

But everybody laughing at you

Is missing all the action that you buried there under the snow

Jenny never worried about the future

When she used to have a chaperone

She wasn't happy though

She would lose her mind a sentence at a time

And call me on the telephone

It was uncomfortable

Singing before seven and you're crying by eleven

So the story goes

But god is always laughing every time you make a plan

So you can never really know

And everybody's gonna tell you something different, anyway

They think they know but they don't

So if you're looking over the edge

Where the skyline extends

And you don't see your friends

(they were right behind you…)

But now what did you learn

From those factory girls

And the rest of the world coming to find you?

Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny

So theatrical

So theatrical

Keep it with your secrets

In the cabinet with epaulette's and birth control

And don't let no one know

Singing before seven you'll be crying by eleven

And your tears could float a boat

And god is always laughing every time you make a plan

So you can bury your hands in the snow.