I don’t yet have a good excuse,
I’m gonna get one soon.
I do my best but life gets loose
And plays to its own tune.
So anyways, of all the ways
I’m not at all at fault
For what I did, the fine truth lays
Off hidden in a vault.
While I go search, you take a rest,
I say we call a truce,
And I submit to you my best
Excuse for an excuse.