Little Twig - Neil Halstead

I’m counting all the steps right back to you

Little twig, you are a fig

Ment of me

Or is it you

Your bicycle makes trouble for us all

Got no brakes

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 often who you.

Trust

Oh little twig you do trust well

You do trust well

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

Tyres are flat

Oh little twig you rattle past

Like a can of nails on an angels tail

Yes you 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?