Five Year Plan

Why do I live this fast?
I should watch the seasons pass
Maybe then I'd learn the things to ask
Then again, it's my turn to take out the trash
Soon I better pay these bills
Tune my guitar and quit chasing thrills
Somehow I let it all get out of hand
And now you wanna hear my five-year plan

I will be a better man, yes I can

Well I'm all grown up, but I feel like a kid
I want an Abba-Zaba and a Mr. Pibb
I want a tax return and a souvenir
I want some time to burn and an ice-cold beer
I got a storage unit that's full of dreams
Keys on the desk, bike by the shed, text in my jeans
It's from my mom, it's a link to a Rumi poem
While down the street at people's park, people try to make a home

I will be a better man, yes I can

I read the news, it's nothin' new, both sides casting shade
"It's a coup", "it's just a ruse", it's the rich get to say
And I wonder what to do on the day to day
For something true, not red or blue, to come our way
In the meantime, it's a lean time, flying close to the ground
Turn-stiled in the turbines, most eyes casted down
I'm one of the lucky ones who gets to make it out
To see the moon shine through the alpines, but I know, without a doubt

I will be a better man, yes I can