Bad Books, Manchester Orchestra, Kevin Devine — Wheel Well

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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

No one’s alone or it’s the one thing we are