Wind-Up Boy

Written December 1999

Tab C, capo 3-5

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I’m your wind-up boy, I used to be your favorite toy,
in the window on display, I never had a lot to say about it,
shiny wind-up boy, everybody’s pride and joy,
long ago and far away, still it feels like yesterday to me..

when you set me down for bigger and for better clowns,
from the bottom of the box I didn’t really want to talk about it,
if I’m so naive for the things that I believe,
you know that I believed in you, does that make me faithless too?
+++ and the wind-up boy has nothing left to say,
+++ he just wants to make it through another day..

no more marching proud, now my springs have all wound down, but I
swear it’s not some desperate ploy, it’s just that I’m a a wind-up boy,
and every day I ask myself, if there’s anybody else
looking for the heart-shaped key that fits this hole in back of me?
+++ and the wind-up boy has nothing left to say,
+++ he just wants to make it through another day,
+++ all the wind-up boys are marching in a row,
+++ but the birthday party ended long ago..

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