Plans Are For People

It’s not enough to be yourself
You have to be your best self
From my point of view, there is no kingdom
There’s no kingdom in the clouds, no You keep preaching the words you receive
Receive from the Maker (what if, what if)
But what if God is not the sender?
What if God is not the sender?
Don’t want to wake what you put to sleep
Because it keeps this from imploding
The same old story, same old story
You know where to find me Every time that you want me I TRY NOT TO MAKE PLANS
PLANS ARE FOR PEOPLE IN CONTROL OF THEIR OWN LIFE
NIGHT IS GOOD FOR THE HUNTER; BAD FOR THE HUNTED
SEE THE WORLD FOR WHAT IT IS Every day, I searched your face for clues
Looking for a window to strike at your mind
And when your ships are down
I’ll harbor the feeling
I doubt your heart is any stronger
Don’t want to wake what you put to sleep
Because it keeps this from imploding
The same old story, same old story
Know where to find me Every time that you want me
(I walk the surface of the sun)
As I walk the surface of the sun
(Only thing that makes me feel alive)
It makes me feel alive
Alive again