The Plan Is Us

The plan is us, us, us
Out of red dust into sunrise
The plan is us, us, us
No more waiting on some time

I was chasing every headline
Running like the road owed me gold
Then you came with a quiet kind of power
Made a hard man soft, made a cold room glow

Two chipped mugs and a borrowed table
Dreams drawn out on a bread-bag label

No more maybe, no more later
Write our names on the calendar
If the city says we can't come up
We make one plan and we don't give up

Us, us, us — siyaya!
Plan, plan, plan — siyaya!
Us, us, us — siyaya!

The plan is us
Out of red dust into sunrise

Fold the payslip, kiss the plan
We out-dream what the odds began
One roof, one rhythm, one address
Signed in flour and happiness

Put the rent on one side, dreams on the other
We make room for joy undercover
Payday Friday we count it twice
Half for the future, half for the rice
Your laugh hits harder than the kick drum does
Durban heat, and the plan is us

Stone by stone and hand in hand
A little house on honest land

If the bridge burns down, we learn to swim
If the doors stay closed, we dance them in

I found that bread-bag label in your coat pocket by the door
Turned it over, your handwriting — two names and a date
Three months before I ever asked you out
You had the plan first
I was just running late

The plan is us
The plan is us
Out of red dust into sunrise
The plan is us
You wrote it first
So let's arrive

The plan!
The plan!
The plan is ours