Wound Too Tight

His favorite toy was his grandmas alarm clock
He loved the sound when its steel bells would ring
A key on its back would set it in motion
His nervous hands always twisting the thing

Hed turn it, shed warn him, hed turn it, shed warn him,
Hed turn it until she would say:

Hold on, son, its wound too tight
Hold on, son, its wound too tight
Too much tension will snap the coiled spring inside
Hold on son, its wound too tight

Now he tells time with his phone and computer, and
Virtual clocks that he checks constantly
His calendars back-to-back packed with appointments
Hes always racing to where he should be

Hes racing, hes anxious, hes racing, hes anxious,
Hes racing to where he should be

Chorus:
Hold on, son, youre wound too tight
Hold on, son, youre wound too tight
Too much tension will snap the coiled spring inside
Hold on, son, youre wound too tight

While yelling at the football game with only seconds left
He felt as though a linebacker had sat upon his chest
They rushed him to the doctor, who spoke with little doubt:
Im afraid his time has come, hes worn his ticker out!

Chorus (X2)

Words and music by Scott Yoho ©2016 Auto Order Music (BMI)


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