Sit still for a whole day to find out

How I might go about turning

My whole life I had a better one in mind

I found a lot of nothing again

While I take it in stride

Wait a minute son, 'cause it ain't your turn

You know I can sit still now

Voilà, you've got another man burning

(Who does the winding?)

(Who does the slide?)

Most days I can step aside

And most days I can let it ride

(Who does the winding?)

(Who gets the squeeze?)

And most days I'll be off my knees

And most days I can take it easy

It's on the breath of the broken-hearted

It's on the wind like a dear, departed friend

It's in the way that we disregard it

Wind up feeling like we climbed up to descend

Oh, you're sitting pretty with a whole day of humour

I might not try to fit in

Once smitten, now bitten by the shine

Oh no, my walls are closing in

Plead, my baby likes flying

So long my baby, I'll be gone

(Who does the winding?)

(Who does the slide?)

Most days I can step aside

And most days I can let it ride

(Who does the winding?)

(Who gets the squeeze?)

And most days I'll be off my knees

And most days I can take it easy

It's on the breath of the broken-hearted

It's on the wind like a dear, departed friend

It's in the way that we disregard it

Wind up feeling like we climbed up to descend

(Who does the winding?)

(Who does the slide?)

(Who does the winding?)

(Who gets the squeeze?)

And most days I'll be off my knees

And most days I can take it easy

It's on the breath of the broken-hearted

It's on the wind like a dear, departed friend

It's in the way that we disregard it

Wind up feeling like we climbed up to descend