I’ll make it up to you.
And that’s all of the time.
It’s me in the show
and my friend you know it’s too late.
Too late for making sense.
It’s not a question of time,
the decade is gone.
That’s me in the photograph,
it’s me in the shot. 

God knows I had a plan
I didn’t mean to let you know.
I talk more than I can preach.
And I stumble into it all.
You should know I had a plan,
I didn’t mean to let you go.
I talk more than I can preach.
God knows I had a plan. 

It’s not a sinister plan.
Still a part of a scam.
Full of magical words.
And against the routine world.
I lead you into it all,
you never made a request.
I thought you were the soldier I needed,
with a lazy heart and never too old. 

God knows I had a plan
I didn’t mean to let you know.
I talk more than I can preach.
And I stumble into it all.
You should know I had a plan,
I didn’t mean to let you go.
I still behind the wheel?
God knows I had a plan.

I couldn’t bare to keep it in me.
I had to know was I a good friend?
Did it last too long?
It’s not question of love, oh I’m sure.