Lyrics
Cancel all your plans
Cancel all your plans
Cancel all your plans
He belted into the mirror again
He whispered into his shaky hand
An oath into a palm, it's an atom bomb
Unplugged before the storm
A winning bid to leave before the party dies
We'd be wise to leave before the party dies
Call it ancient intuition or a consolation prize
We'd be wise to leave before the party dies
Cancel all your plans
Cancel all your plans
We're going to beat the traffic again
He belted into his shaky hand
Beat ourselves to the promised land
It doesn't look like much
Tell us where we ought to go