Rye Bread

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