Wrong Direction - Helder

the riddle that you left me stretched and straightened up my back

you see put two and two together, it’s neck or nothing in the end

I twiddle with my thumbs, through the tunnel, in the dumps

on the wheels of luck, eventually we all take turns

my head’s in a whirl but I stitch up my knees

I’ve never had no girl, I pack my bags and leave

the bridge is burned, at last I’m free with no direction

humour’s lost upon me as the rumour tossed the truth

I grew up in true trust every single soul is good

I thought we were just two rolled into one

what use to stick together when the stepping-stone is you

my head’s in a whirl but I stitch up my knees

I’ve never had no girl, I pack my bags and leave

the bridge is burned, at last I’m free with no direction

looking in the mirror I wished I’d doubled up my cheeks

sliced from ear to ear, stripped my skin, both nipples pierced

I’d be staring at someone else, without future, without past

I saw a wrinkled face, too young to make a grin