Bound for somewhere down the road
with a heavy load on this ever-racing mind
Too much cooking on my stove
I've stewed myself a traffic jam inside

And there's a junction up ahead
and I'm trying to read the signs
but this traffic's made me blind
And I'm a scientist with far too many metaphors
and far too little data to conclude in time

And you, you are the indecision maker
You, you are the path unknown
And I, I am the great procrastinator
pondering my way home

I've been busy as a beaver
and I'll be damned if I don't ease the flow
My big fish'll pass me by
if I don't make my mind up damn pronto

So I took a hike on offa's dyke
with a song stuck in my head and a blister on my toe
I left my baggage on the bed
brought my cobwebs into England, they must blow

And you, you are the mystery tour enlister
You, you are the sights untold
And I, I am the great procrastinator
stalling in the road

And you, you are the problem instigator
you, you are the cryptic code
And I, I am the great procrastinator
puzzling on my own

Oh I, I am the great procrastinator
squandering chances as I roam
I am the great procrastinator
pondering my way home