His hair is turning gray
Where it used to be brown
He carries a paper bag
Underneath his arm
It was full of new ideas
He had written down
Theories that could make
Any scholar's parade
Well good lord, what a list!
A list of things to do!
He wrote in '86
With intentions to follow through
He scraped against time
and time scraped back
He never made it out of town
But it's not too late for that