Lyrics The Great Procrastinator - Stornoway

The Great Procrastinator

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