When your needs outstrip your means And all the roads you cross seem somehow bleak In every corner a devil creeps And all your ventures though bold are never seen Don't think of folding Wear my arms around your neck And we'll breathe We'll breathe When your h not just heavy but torn Back is stooped carrying the weight of it all Your boss passed you over once again And the smiles they meet well they don't feel the same Don't think of folding Wear my arms around your neck And we'll breathe We'll breathe Don't think of folding Wear my arms around your neck And we'll breathe We'll breathe We'll breathe We'll breathe