The mind is always working

The mind is always turning

The mind is always working

The mind is always turning

Things over and over and over

And over and over



The upside the downside

The inside the outside

The sightside the blindside

The wifeside the fightside

here is no rest for your brother



Pulleys are clinking

Ropes are fraying

Down to thread

Maybe was made wrong

Rubbing on the wrong thing

Or is it just the natural decline

Of a body sister



The mind is always working

Out ways to see

The things I shouldn't see

And have the things I shouldn't have

I see the night sky as a jewelry store window

And my mind is half a brick