More Plans Than Ideas

Well he's painting in his garden
Sunflowers flowing with the gentle breeze
And I'm just sitting, stuck here typing
Air-conditioned stability

And oh I wonder, did he ever
Think that he was going the right way
Or was it just that, under his straw hat
He had more ideas than he ever did plans

When the sunflowers die
We welcome in the Fall
With the changing of the leaves
Oh well did he lament
The end of the summer
Just like you and me
Just like you and me

I'm always scared I, can't get a thing right
And stubborn practicality is holding me back
But I can't see straight before it's too late
To take a jump off of the side track

When the sunflowers die
We welcome in the Fall
With the changing of the leaves
Oh well did he lament
The end of the summer
Just like you and me
Just like you and me

All his old fears in ten short years
his fanatic heart poured into his brush
Takes more than canvas to make something last
Well pain and misfortune, I ain't in no rush

Oh the sadness will last forever
But my body and soul never will
And one day we will lose all the sweetness
But we all have love in us still