Lego Land

Always trouble when I’m standing in line

Can’t see the forest for the vines

I’ll make a plan and it’ll work out just fine

Wipe the dust and doubt from up, upon my shoulder

Its always after midnight, lying awake

Thought of all the plans you had and throw em away

Its always after midnight, lying awake

Did I pick the right one?

And the work is boring and it takes up my time

But I can’t live just off a dime

I think I got a parachute but, will it pick me up

Right before I hit the ground?