Things To Do

Things to do Can't let my shoes pick dust up Won't slow down I can't afford to let up Won't sit down For fear I'd never get up Just too many things to do Have no fear Of ever getting lazy Up til dawn when things Start getting hazy Run around 'Til people think I'm crazy Always finding things to do Wish that we could get together Can't say just when Know that I should write a letter No time to fill the pen I make a date But never seem to get there Always late And never going nowhere Must be fate I always end up elsewhere Just too many things to do Man I'm tired