Leave it out Let's be done Among these levers is the one he failed to pull Why's the black sheep unfulfilled? Isn't change dyed in his wool? Three bags full Though I know it'll never happen I could do with a change of weapon I want things that cannot be given I love you if it makes a difference If it hurts, write a song about it If that works, call yourself a poet How can you say that you know all about me? Is that not just what I let you see? Wracked with guilt and dirt and debt It seems there's hope for this one yet Yeah, I just bet Ten to one he'll turn it round But chances are he'll peter out and stay upset Fumbling with different keys Chasing tail to thrill and please that all-time girl Joyfully they'd trample down Those designated tiptoe grounds That kept them in their place Though I know it'll never happen I could do with a change of weapon I want things that cannot be given I love you if it makes a difference If it hurts, write a song about it If that works, call yourself a prophet How can you say that you know all about me? Is that not just what I let you see? The wind let me blow away... Leave it out Let's be done Among these leavers is the one he failed to pull Why's the black sheep unfulfilled? Isn't change dyed in his wool? Three bags full Though I know it'll never happen I could do with a change of weapon I want things that cannot be given I love you if it makes a difference I do things that pay out a pittance Return this slip with your remittance If it hurts, wage a war about it If that works, turn yourself a profit How can you say that you know all about me? Is that not just what I let you see? The wind let me blow away The wind let me blow away.