Lyrics:

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, 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