| Saga | |
| Worlds Apart | |
| Wind Him Up | |
| Aldo's standing at his table | |
| And he's wondering if he's able | |
| To pick the number right this time | |
| He watches as the wheel stops spinning | |
| Sees the number that is winning | |
| As he reaches for his glass of wine | |
| Once he starts it's hard to stop | |
| He's keepin' up a pace like a tight wound clock | |
| Be sure you don't step in his way | |
| He'll keep those numbers rolling | |
| This may be his last day | |
| As all the bets are taken | |
| Aldo lights a smoke, he's shakin' | |
| >From carnation right to the ground | |
| He knows tonight holds one last chance | |
| 'n give the wheel a final glance | |
| Slippery fingers drop the money down | |
| Once he starts it's hard to stop | |
| He's keepin' up a pace like a tight wound clock | |
| And as he leaves the table, "No luck today" | |
| You can rest assured | |
| He's comin' back to try again | |
| Wind him up, he can't stop | |
| He's wound up tight just like the clock | |
| That's winding its second hand down | |
| Wind him up, he can't stop | |
| He keeps on going 'round the clock | |
| He's winding his second hand down |