Wheel Well - Bad Books, Manchester Orchestra, Kevin Devine

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

At every door of every restless soul

It’s all we all know

No peace, no calm, no coasting

No 'There but for 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 but for 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 but for 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

Beasts with big brains, computers with hearts

Obsessed with control, or frightened and power starved

It will get you so far