And because there's a song for everything (note usage above - 10 points for naming the song), I proudly present the Anthem For Doomed Indecisivists*:
The plane will take off tomorrow,
[I] bet my final dollar that tomorrow
I'd go north
Just thinkin' about tomorrow
Chases 'way the [gray] matter and the marrow
Of my bones
When you're stuck with two picks
Too quick
To wrestle through
I just lift up my hands
And stand
And say:
The plane will take off tomorrow
I surrender sanity tomorrow
On the way
Just thinkin' about tomorrow
Changes all perspective I could borrow
From today
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I dread you! Tomorrow!
You're only [fourteen hours and twenty-one minutes] away!
*Another 10 points for naming the not-so-subtle literary allusion in this title.
i like this song better. :)
ReplyDeleteDid you ever have to make up your mind?
Say “yes” to one and leave the other behind?
It’s not often easy…and not often kind.
Did you ever have to make up your mind?
Sometimes you really dig a school the moment you vis’t her
And then you get distracted by the school near your sister
Then you look at the calendar to set you in line
And say, “better go home, girl, and make up your mind.”
Then you bet you’d better finally decide.
Pick up on one and let the other one ride.
There are so many changes and tears you must hide.
Did you ever have to finally decide?