[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