[Music & lyrics - T. Leonard]



Once a week I spit it out

Monday I receive

Once a week without a doubt

Monday hard to believe



Once a week I give it up

Monday never shows

Once a week I lift it up

Monday down it goes



Struggle between your word my deed

To the latter I always concede

A two legged chair I choose to build

On bread alone I choose to feed



Well then why even with all this bread

Do I buckle from the pain?

It's just sad cause I know what

I need has nothing to do with grain

Still I try, but nothing my hands make

Can ever fill this hole

It's just sad, cause getting what

I need is so rarely my goal



One day I'm stability

The next thing that I know

I'm relearning humility

While chasing every stone and

I start to throw in all directions

Then I see your hand

Scribbling down convictions

Hassles in the sand



Well then why even with all this bread

Do I buckle from the pain?

It's just sad cause I know what

I need has nothing to do with grain

Still I try, but nothing my hands make

Can ever fill this hole

It's just sad, cause getting what

I need is so rarely my goal



Struggle between your word my deed

To the latter I always concede

A two legged chair I choose to build

On bread alone I choose to feed