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?