Six hours south of here
There's a man with plans to mow his grass and
An hour's passed him now
Spent lookin' for his glasses

They're on the top of his head
Says, "goddamn my goddamn glasses"

He hasn't called me in months
I say that I don't mind too much
Cause any time that he does
I never pick it up
No I never pick it up

Butl I throw around blame
Like I'm the pitcher in a game
I bring my knee to my chest
And I wind up and aim

At the men who didn't stay
Whose roles in our lives changed
At the woman whose house key
Just left my key chain

But when ya make plans
Just to make plans
And they all fall apart
Well is the worst for the best now
Was it your plan from the start

Ain't got no lease signed with my name
Ain't got no girl callin' me babe

Ain't got no lease signed with my name
Ain't got no girl callin me babe
Check engine lights on again
And I always gotta wipe something off of my face

Well alpha is what I wanna be
On my resume is my ability to lead
So you know I'll be lying if I say
That I'm bankin' on just a little bit of fate

You know I'd never believe
In such a stupid thing

Cause when ya make plans
Just to make plans
And they all fall apart
Well is the worst for the best now
Was it your plan
Was it a bad plan from the start

So if you're sittin' in the grass
Just rippin' out blades
Watchin' your coach turn red
In three different shades

Well if you ain't heard a word
Since you woke up today that's alright
Looks like he's wrappin' things up
Said what he came here to say