Or looking for someone to do?
Stupid me, to believe that I could trust in stupid you
And on the back of my hand,
Were, directions I could understand
Now that old buzzard Johnnie Walker,
Has gone and ruined all our plans
Our best made plans
Don't leave me here, to pass through time,
Without a map or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light
'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin