Lyrics:

I don't plan anything I'm trying to come home Thoughts of you are always on my mind A runaway from problems, my excuse when I am there You roll over - once again I'm gone It's old, it's plain to see this life of tragedy Save it for later - that's what we always said What will that do for us? What will they do for us? What will they do for us now? Tried to paint a picture of the times that we once shared Never seemed to be so concerned The story goes like this... You say I'm almost never there Independence is what you want An arm to hold on, someone to sleep next to in the night Rolling over - once again I'm gone Look through the backlog, an index of thoughts This time it won't get to me What will they do for us? What will they do for us? What will they do for us now? I tried to paint a picture of the time we once shared Never seemed to be so concerned (And I don't plan anything I'm never comin' home Thoughts of you are on my mind So I'm never gone...) What will they do for us?