Letra de The Great Procrastinator - 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.
There's a junction up ahead, And 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
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And you, you are the indecision maker, You, you are the path unknown.
And I, I am the great procrastinator, Pondering my way home.
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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.
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I left my baggage on the bed, Brought my cobwebs and to England they must blow.
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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 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.