There was a man who thought
He could avoid all of the things
That stood up in his way
Friends would say that he should
Plan to spend more time
There's lots of trouble in a day
With just enough work
And a short line to a goal
He was so sure he could secure his place
He wanted a lot and was so
Quick to say how this small
World was unfair to its race
He'd spend his time, spends his time
Deciding routes with lines, routes with lines
There was no time, was no time
For corners in the lines, corners in lines
[Chorus]
Your pathway grows dark
Was clear at the start
You're not! You're not! You're not alone
Your pathway grows dark
Was clear at the start
You're not! You're not! You're not alone
Not listening to the people whe were close
There always seemed to be an easy way
The work was tiresome, a thing to avoid
Leaving lots of time so he could play
He'd spend his time, spend his time
Shortening lines, shortening lines
There was no time, there was no time
To spend too long on the line, long on the line
[Repeat Chorus]

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): IAN STEVENSON CRICHTON, JAMES DICKSON CRICHTON, PETER ROCHON, STEPHEN WILLIAM NEGUS