in another car where the
Wheels keep on turning & turning & turning
& nothing's disturbing the way they go around
All your thoughts are in another head
your dreams are sleeping in a different bed
the force that moves you is a circular breath
of life & death going round & round & round
The Wheel keeps on turning & turning & turning
& nothing's disturbing the way it goes around
Maybe you ride a different wave
Maybe you catch another ray of the sun
that I've just begun to feel
back & forth & back & forth around again
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