Running all your water down the drain Because your firewood gets wet out in the rain Is like trying to get acquainted with your pain By putting words to everything that you can't explain You write from every angle that you can To recognize your heart and all it's wounds By the way it breaks when life gets out of hand To how it falls and apart from overuse A fall is never under your command Hits you late or comes a little soon You always slip when life gets out of hand It's never up to you Why you fall Crazy and the day is tired and long Hazy like a morning fog is blue You stretch out with your back against the lawn And you lay there til the haze rolls out of view When nobody is sticking to the plan Cause everyone is sticking it to you Boy that's when you start to understand You only ever get to plan the follow through A fall is never under your command Hits you late or comes a little soon You always slip, when life gets out of hand But it's never up to you The heart never is under your command The heart is never listening to you Go ahead and try and make a plan I've never seen the good the plan has done, you A fall is never under your command Hits you late or comes a little soon