Leave it out
Let's be done
Among these levers is the one he failed to pull
Why's the black sheep unfulfilled?
Isn't change dyed in his wool?
Three bags full
Though I know it'll never happen
I could do with a change of weapon
I want things that cannot be given
I love you if it makes a difference
If it hurts, write a song about it
If that works, call yourself a poet
How can you say that you know all about me?
Is that not just what I let you see?
Wracked with guilt and dirt and debt
It seems there's hope for this one yet
Yeah, I just bet
Ten to one he'll turn it round
But chances are he'll peter out and stay upset
Fumbling with different keys
Chasing tail to thrill and please that all-time girl
Joyfully they'd trample down
Those designated tiptoe grounds
That kept them in their place
Though I know it'll never happen
I could do with a change of weapon
I want things that cannot be given
I love you if it makes a difference
If it hurts, write a song about it
If that works, call yourself a prophet
How can you say that you know all about me?
Is that not just what I let you see?
The wind let me blow away...
Leave it out
Let's be done
Among these leavers is the one he failed to pull
Why's the black sheep unfulfilled?
Isn't change dyed in his wool?
Three bags full
Though I know it'll never happen
I could do with a change of weapon
I want things that cannot be given
I love you if it makes a difference
I do things that pay out a pittance
Return this slip with your remittance
If it hurts, wage a war about it
If that works, turn yourself a profit
How can you say that you know all about me?
Is that not just what I let you see?
The wind let me blow away
The wind let me blow away.
