This isn’t the way I planned it,    This is the missus, she misses the good things   Only to be bothered, only to get involved   Staring at the mirror, breaking a smile and crying      Your well and quill are seething   Write me a letter, it’s better to read things   Lines are indications, the station’s calling you   You’re taken off of standby   This isn’t the way I’d have it      This isn’t bearing witness   Tearing the corners, other sad endings   Pacing through the front yard, we’re not leaving yet   They can’t keep their hands off   This isn’t the way I planned it