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
