End Of A Year - Harrison lyrics

Palm slaps to the puzzle, I'll make things fit Oh, I had plans The less talented George Harrison I think of the man himself Eyes floating tired in his head Brain racing to places he'd sooner be instead He had plans, he had plans If I had to guess, his thought went like this: "Places to which I'll never return... Sadness or joy, I'm not sure Places I'd sooner see burned" Got my mind set on you, and truly As my throat gently weeps My eyes, they're drooling While my ears they grieve Palm slaps to the puzzle, I'll make things fit I'll throw a fit Scale the wall between What I expect and what I'll get Do I have to be stabbed to be noticed? I hope not The no-talent Doc Gooden I can't hit for sh** Eyes burning like Those small white bricks Pinned upon success I can't forget