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 Johnny, for a while,
Sit on Johnny’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
And 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 Johnny, for a while,
Sit on Johnny’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
It’s time for plan B.