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I Plan, God Laughs
by Terry Scott Taylor
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It's another door slammed and bolted
It's one more window locked
You were on your way back home and
Now you're not
With my fingers I form a steeple
In such a way when I open my hands
There's no one home
Then I call your number
Just to hear your message on the phone
Maybe next month
Maybe next year
Oh my oh my it's been a long long time
I plan. God laughs
Here's another faded photo
In the year before things changed
I took hard that betrayal
Of an old friend, now estranged
How could I be so mistaken
Why couldn't I see in all that time
I'd been walking a wire?
Or that I'd be one of many who
Got torched in his scorched-earth fire
I thought by now
He'd come around
All would be forgiven 'cos
Love would break us down
I planned. God laughed
I planned. God laughed
The day's as restless as a land-locked sailor
Anxious to move on from old history
His baggage is ready and stacked
Against the wall with a yellowing map
And he's dreaming of a whispering sea
You'll dig a hole to China
Said my younger days
And die before you get old
Go out in a glorious blaze
I won't be aloof like my father
Rest his soul, or like my mother
Worried about too many things
Pull myself up by my boot-straps
Be an optimistic dancer in the rain
Maybe next week,
Sometime this year
These things don't happen over night
God plans. I laugh
God plans. I laugh
God plans. I laugh
God plans. I laugh
It's another door slammed and bolted
It's one more window locked
You were on your way back home and
Now you're not
With my fingers I form a steeple
In such a way when I open my hands
There's no one home
Then I call your number
Just to hear your message on the phone
Maybe next month
Maybe next year
Oh my oh my it's been a long long time
I plan. God laughs
Here's another faded photo
In the year before things changed
I took hard that betrayal
Of an old friend, now estranged
How could I be so mistaken
Why couldn't I see in all that time
I'd been walking a wire?
Or that I'd be one of many who
Got torched in his scorched-earth fire
I thought by now
He'd come around
All would be forgiven 'cos
Love would break us down
I planned. God laughed
I planned. God laughed
The day's as restless as a land-locked sailor
Anxious to move on from old history
His baggage is ready and stacked
Against the wall with a yellowing map
And he's dreaming of a whispering sea
You'll dig a hole to China
Said my younger days
And die before you get old
Go out in a glorious blaze
I won't be aloof like my father
Rest his soul, or like my mother
Worried about too many things
Pull myself up by my boot-straps
Be an optimistic dancer in the rain
Maybe next week,
Sometime this year
These things don't happen over night
God plans. I laugh
God plans. I laugh
God plans. I laugh
God plans. I laugh