it's that same old riddle
only starts from the middle
i'd fix it but i don't know how
but you might think it's treason
echoing echoing along the hall
don't give up on father's clock
to keep the wheels turnin' you got to keep the engine churnin'
i had the chance one day but i was all dressed up for sunday!
everywhere: do you really care?
then pick up your heads and walk
it seems to me we've been holding something
i'm afraid if you ever got a pat on the back
it would likely burst your lungs
but i'd rather be burned in canada
than to freeze here in the south!
pulling that eternal plough
we got to find a sharper blade
rest awhile and cool your brow
it's safe now to take a backward glance
because the grains have turned to chow!