There was a time

when plans were my religion.

A world of schemes,

925 dreams prediction

But I confess, got into a mess

'cause all my days run wild

Days run wild,

while I'm wondering

what's going wrong

All things I've planned

got right out of my hands

and leave me upside down.

Lost my smile

and my friend, Mr. "green-

back" Washington.

In God we trust

but it's business or bust

and no God's on your side

when days run wild

Mirror, mirror,

be my great deceiver

The truth you tell

makes me a true believer

But the face I see

seems no part of me

Now all my days run wild