The punch line I thought of It didn't land Rehearsed all the words That I wrote on my hand Pull out my notes But I've got the wrong page Couldn't remember at all I thought I planned it all What's my contingency Oh, baby, don't you see How hopeless it is To make plans for Tomorrow Comes anyway Does it even make any sense Knowing that, would it make a difference Thinking about it and all the things I said Did we turn out right Ah, ah Did we get it right Ah, ah They say that two lefts Don't make a right But that don't mean I won't put up a fight Replay scenarios Inside my head Over and over again But at the same time Why should I waste my time Oh, baby, don't you think How hopeless it is To make plans for Tomorrow Comes anyway Does it even make any sense Knowing that, would it make a difference Thinking about it and all the things I said Did we turn out right Ah, ah Did we get it right Ah, ah Does it even make any sense Knowing that, would it make a difference Thinking about it and all the things I said Did we turn out right Does it even change the outcome Knowing that, I would only waste my time Why should I worry about the things to come Did we turn out right Ah, ah Did we get it right Ah, ah