| Song | Plans for J.D. |
| Artist | Bill Bruford |
| Album | Gradually Going Tornado |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bruford | |
| She hates to fight | |
| She's learned to just pretend he's right | |
| She feels no pain | |
| She used to care | |
| But now she looks back | |
| To the things he used to be | |
| With no warning | |
| And no final say | |
| He'll find time runs out on him | |
| And his plans for Judgement Day | |
| It makes no sense | |
| His everything is in the future tense | |
| He's wasting time | |
| The past is gone | |
| The present lingers- | |
| A mist before the dawn | |
| There's no fooling | |
| And no final say | |
| He'll find time runs out on him | |
| And the games he needs to play | |
| And his plans for Judgement's Day | |
| You're wasting time | |
| The more you talk, the more you realise | |
| The man's made up his mind | |
| It's not money that he's rolling in | |
| But the fear of endless night | |
| And his plans for Judgement Day | |
| You hate to fight | |
| You've learned to just pretend he's right | |
| You're wasting time | |
| You used to care, but now you look back | |
| To the things he used to be | |
| There's no fooling | |
| And he won't forget | |
| The way you ran out on him | |
| And his plans for Judgement Day |
| zuo ci : Bruford | |
| She hates to fight | |
| She' s learned to just pretend he' s right | |
| She feels no pain | |
| She used to care | |
| But now she looks back | |
| To the things he used to be | |
| With no warning | |
| And no final say | |
| He' ll find time runs out on him | |
| And his plans for Judgement Day | |
| It makes no sense | |
| His everything is in the future tense | |
| He' s wasting time | |
| The past is gone | |
| The present lingers | |
| A mist before the dawn | |
| There' s no fooling | |
| And no final say | |
| He' ll find time runs out on him | |
| And the games he needs to play | |
| And his plans for Judgement' s Day | |
| You' re wasting time | |
| The more you talk, the more you realise | |
| The man' s made up his mind | |
| It' s not money that he' s rolling in | |
| But the fear of endless night | |
| And his plans for Judgement Day | |
| You hate to fight | |
| You' ve learned to just pretend he' s right | |
| You' re wasting time | |
| You used to care, but now you look back | |
| To the things he used to be | |
| There' s no fooling | |
| And he won' t forget | |
| The way you ran out on him | |
| And his plans for Judgement Day |
| zuò cí : Bruford | |
| She hates to fight | |
| She' s learned to just pretend he' s right | |
| She feels no pain | |
| She used to care | |
| But now she looks back | |
| To the things he used to be | |
| With no warning | |
| And no final say | |
| He' ll find time runs out on him | |
| And his plans for Judgement Day | |
| It makes no sense | |
| His everything is in the future tense | |
| He' s wasting time | |
| The past is gone | |
| The present lingers | |
| A mist before the dawn | |
| There' s no fooling | |
| And no final say | |
| He' ll find time runs out on him | |
| And the games he needs to play | |
| And his plans for Judgement' s Day | |
| You' re wasting time | |
| The more you talk, the more you realise | |
| The man' s made up his mind | |
| It' s not money that he' s rolling in | |
| But the fear of endless night | |
| And his plans for Judgement Day | |
| You hate to fight | |
| You' ve learned to just pretend he' s right | |
| You' re wasting time | |
| You used to care, but now you look back | |
| To the things he used to be | |
| There' s no fooling | |
| And he won' t forget | |
| The way you ran out on him | |
| And his plans for Judgement Day |