Too clear, unfair
No friends to spare
Too dark, unclean
The air turned mean
Too much, too poor,
Act like a fool,
Suffer a blow
get sick but grow.
Wind it on back,Wind it on back,
Wind it on back, I fell off the track.
One dog and a man
One flat and a plan
Day job giving me a rash
Everyday chores, 1 car crash
No hair, but guitar
Ran from me and got real far
Me myself and I and I
Selfish, slow, cause pain and cry
Wind it on back,Wind it on back,
Wind it on back, I fell off the track.