Bass drum, empty stage
Women of a certain age
TV, stuck on
Replays of a season gone
Countdown to closing time
I look around, knowing I’m
Back on familiar territory
Plan B
Plan B
Baby come to me
Come to Daddy, for a while
Sit on Daddy’s knee
Plan A was her song
Her melody
Now, she’s gone
Time for plan B
In time I know I’ll find
The latest in a long line
Of all the plans that re-appear
Seem like such a great idea
Late at night and when you’re all
Alone, with too much time to call
Your own, too far down to find the key
Plan B
Plan B
Baby come to me
Come to Daddy, for a while
Sit on Daddy’s knee
Plan A was her song
Her melody
Now, she’s gone
Time for plan B
She and I,
We planned a symphony
Now, she’s gone
I’m back to plan B