Lyrics

Oh, my baby blue, where did you go
I’m looking for a clue in the scattered den
A feather soaring steady to-and-fro
Do I have to deal with this again



Jesus, I don’t have a plan
Could you please start giving me a hand, boy
Jesus, I don’t have a plan
I don’t have a plan, boy


God almighty, did you run away
Or is this just some kind of play
Oh, my dearest Lord, are you out of reach
Or are you just as blind and weak as me



Jesus, I don’t have a plan
Could you please start giving me a hand, boy
Jesus, I don’t have a plan
I don’t have a plan, boy

Jesus, I don’t have a plan
Could you please start giving me a hand, boy
Jesus, I don’t have a plan
Please give me a hand, boy