It's been fifteen months and counting from the moment that I fled
Leaving all that's left behind, what's good and what is dead
You turn and with your hands suggest the world, it fell apart
Trying to convince yourself in matters of the heart
Fiddle-ay-ey, oh-fiddle-ay-oh
Don't know exactly where it is or why I got to go
Fiddle-ay-ey, oh-fiddle-ay-oh
Hell, what's the use in making plans if God already knows?
I could sing another song, convince myself that I belong
On the road again, a fine life for me
But perhaps I'll take a chance and ride across the great expanse
With you in tow, a love that's meant to be
I guess we'll see
Now I'm locked in troubled minds, in loops of worry and despair
Left longing to be settled, breathing order in the air
So I travelled to the ocean, looking to the setting sun
And all the while thinking if the west was really won?
Fiddle-ay-ey, oh-fiddle-ay-oh
Don't know exactly where it is or why I got to go
Fiddle-ay-ey, Oh-Fiddle-ay-oh
Hell, what's the use in making plans if God already knows?
Well, I could sing another song, convince myself that I belong
On the road again, a fine life for me
But perhaps I'll take a chance and ride across the great expanse
With you in tow, a love that's meant to be
I guess we'll see
Here it comes, the itch again, like poppy in the breeze
It overwhelms my sense with surreptitious expertise
And I could try to fight it like a wolf refutes a lamb
But preaching is a young man's game, to hell with who I am
I could sing another song, convince myself that I belong
On the road again, a fine life for me
But perhaps I'll take a chance and ride across the great expanse
With you in tow, a love that's meant to be
I guess we'll see
What's the use in making plans if God already knows?
What's the use in making plans if God already knows?
What's the use in making plans if God already knows?
