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Crimson Why is it, there's always a kind in the plans best laid
And why is it, that there always a gap in the timeframes
It seems to me there's just no way to escape
That anything you plan will always be delayed
Why is it that you work to itinerize to the letter
And there's always some fate who thinks it knows better
And is always there to be sure to get in the way
Why must everything almost always be delayed
On my way out the door, ready for the road
When I look down to see a tire out of air
Why is it that I'm just ready to get up and go
It's like planning is just a waste of what is there
Things will happen as they are meant to, they say
And nothing can happen in any other way
Well, I'd wager that must be true
Because there's always something blocking what I try to do
Why is it, I wonder, is there always something in the way
Why does everything almost always get delayed
