Rye Bread

Lyrics

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 Voil�, 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