In Between Plans - Your Smith

On the water when I came to

In the haze of the sunlight

Neon daze on the port side

My only dollar soaked through

I don’t know where it came from

That’s a shame when you need one

My friends on the boat say, «Get in the van»

But I don’t take the note, 'cause I’m in between plans

I’m in between plans

I’m in between 'em

I’m in between plans

I find a bar, man, the ceiling moves

Get a cocktail Carolina

When I finally make my mind up

The waiter says, «Kid, what happened to you?!»

I guess I could see what he meant

'Cause I wasn’t making much sense

And I left all my clothes on the catamaran

But that’s just how it goes when I’m in between plans

That’s just how it goes when I’m in between plans

Yeah

I’m in between plans

I’m in between 'em

I’m in between plans

Stone cold Jesus outstretching his hands

He said, «Where you going so soon?

You could live up in the guest room»

His words float to me like perfume

But I gotta get a move on

Gonna try to get some shoes on

He said, «You really got the world in the palm of your hand»

But I’m rolling quesadillas, yeah, I’m in between plans

I could set it in stone, but I’m writing in sand

That’s just how it goes when I’m in between plans

Hey

I’m in between plans

I’m in between 'em

I’m in between plans

(C'mon, Joe!)

I’m in between plans

I’m in between plans

I’m in between plans

I’m in between plans

I’m in between plans

I’m in between plans

I’m in between plans

I’m in between—