Still as hell, this morning, looks like the world has paused
I can hardly help it if I backed a losing horse, The odds just made it seem to good to lose
And though I know that I don’t really stand a chance
Of speaking how it is as though I understand, I don’t need the blues to get the blues
This second wind could bring a turnaround
Don’t let the sails go down, I know you wouldn’t, you wouldn’t
I know my heart has been this way before
So long ago, It’s good to see him, to see him
Still beating strong with a glimpse of hope
To flush the cynic out, We don’t need him, don’t need him
The way it flits about must be why I cannot sit still
If you’d like a minute then I’ve got some time to kill, But I can’t promise that I will not tell
This second wind...
It’s always that bit later that I hit my stride,
I once sang of pride, And how it eats us, it eats us
I trust the words much more when they just flow
It’s as if they know, Just what we’re thinking, we’re thinking
Still pressing on and with a glimpse of hope
To flush the cynic out, We don’t need him, don’t need him