Little Twig

I'm counting all the steps right back to you Little twig, you are a figment of me Or is it you? Your bicycle makes trouble for us all You got no brakes, yeah, you got the shakes And little boys, well, they drop their toys When you fly past, yes, they do The art of living well is not just choice It?s down to luck and who you trust Oh little twig, you do trust well Yeah, you do trust well Yeah, you do trust well Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do Seagulls on the roof have kept me wide Awake and pale in case I fail To sleep again, to dream of you To take my turn on some thing new Mudguard in a flap and chain is slack Oh little twig, you rattle past Like a can of nails on an angel's tail Yes, you do, yes, you do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do Sunday morning papers say you failed To make it through, oh little twig Can this be true? Can this be true? Can this be true? Can this be true?