There was a time
   when plans were my religion.
   A world of schemes,
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   But I confess, got into a mess
   'cause all my days run wild.
  
   Days run wild,
   while I'm wondering
   What's going wrong
   All the things I've planned
   got right out of my hands
   and leave me upside down.
   Lose my smile
   and my friend, Mr. "Green-back" Washington.
   In God we trust
   but it's business or bust
   and no God's on your side
   when days run wild.
  
   Mirror, mirror, be my great deceiver
   The truth you tell
   makes me a true believer
   But the face I see,
   seems no part of me
   Now all my days run wild.