Wheel Well – Bad Books, Kevin Devine & Manchester Orchestra
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The birds on my stoop, they don’t know the words For the pain in my tooth, or for other birds The clouds they cut through on my way to work And I do, what’s that worth A name for all things, except for the cure To the sadness that sings, every night at your door Every door, of every restless soul It’s all we all know
No peace, no calm, no coasting No there before the grace of God, go I We’re all roped at the wrist, circle chains, hers and his As one goes so goes, everybody else Around the wheel well, around the wheel well
If the people you meet, are mostly you in disguise Want what you want, something good in their lives Is that a socialist song, an invocation of Christ I guess It’s whatever you like
No peace, no calm, no coasting No there before the grace of God, go I We’re all roped at the wrist, circle chains, hers and his As one goes so goes, everybody else Around the wheel well, around the wheel well
You left your body fading on your couch, and felt I just might make it up before I’m wasting underground So grieve your life spent hiding The hours no one ever hands it back What’s the use. Who kept score? Medieval school yard tug of war No architect, we built the cage ourselves
No peace, no calm, no coasting No there before the grace of God, go I We’re all roped at the wrist, circle chains, hers and his As one goes so goes, everybody else Around the wheel well, around the wheel well Around the wheel well, around the wheel well