Winning Bread

You dance
Not cos you want to
You know you have to
Cos sitting still just won’t do
And you laugh
Not cos it’s funny
But you’re tired of crying
And it’s all you’ve done for far too long

See, life can be a trip sometimes
You’re winning bread and losing breath
Oh, what will be will be
But can it please be good?

Your hands
See how they’re calloused
They’ve always been here
They’ve seen as much as your own eyes
Cos they work from dawn to dusk
So things make sense
Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t

See, life can be a trip sometimes
You’re winning bread and losing breath
Oh, what will be will be
But can it please be good?

I come in peace
I ask for peace
I want to know what this life means
But tell me, please

See, life can be a trip sometimes
You’re winning bread and losing breath
Oh, what will be will be
But can it please be good?