Come what will, come what may
I often hear others say
They must not have a lot going on
When I think of me, is there something wrong

Being as busy as I can be
Like a hungry ****** in search of the next tree
I'm now pulling the stakes up on my demands
Swimming away from this lake leaving behind the dammed

I'm going to rectify all my mistakes
Buy my weapon of choice whatever it takes
Shoot out all the lights at will
In my search of "Time to ****"

I might even buy myself a boat
Whatever I can do to keep myself afloat
Sail from here to wherever is there
And wherever that is I won't care

Or I might just stay in one place
Pull out a hammock and call it a day
Make a down payment on my mind getting lost
And if I think of something it'll be nothing at all

I'll do all this and more before it's too late
Cook up this scheme along with the cake
I'll be at the ready to fit this bill
In my search of "Time to ****"