
No Plan B
No Plan B
Like a fever while it's thick on the vine. Once it's picked the juice is pouring like wine.
The soul's one record plays, "No Cause Like Mine". The walls and shutters shake. The boy is tied.
What could I do but cut down the cherry tree. There is no plan B.
Listen close and you can make out the whine of the signal from the stars to the spine.
Born and a toll to pay. One name to sign. Grip hard and make it plain. Or scratch and sigh.
What could I do but cut down the cherry tree. There is no plan B.
Let him bring forth what is inside, what he brings forth will save his life. If he does not, what he won't bring, will rot and destroy everything.
Burning bridges babe to give me some light. All around the ones who failed in the fight.
The friends you've thrown away. The bonds untied. The chant "Stars start only with selfish guys"
What could I do but cut down the cherry tree. There is no plan B.

No Plan B Live Solo Piano Version
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