The Great Procrastinator Songtext
von Stornoway

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