Every man has a plan
Until he's punched in the mouth
And then he starts to look about
No, some look within, some look without
The search begins as do the doubts
Here it comes
Here it comes
There's a trap and here's a path
Of least resistance
The world starts to arrive
With its own insistence
One last song, one last dance
One more set of circumstance
Here it comes
Here it comes
All the wasps have come alive
There's whistling again in the evening sky
Here it comes
Here it comes
And in the end
Will you make amends
Or simply stand your ground
Worn and ragged
In the clothes that you found
Or naked in the ring, blooded, unbound
Like a champ waiting to be crowned
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes
