i'm not drivin' these wheels (bring the prose to the wheel)

from boston to southshore in the back of the bus

it's the last winter storm of the season and such

and i am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap

the snow makes me drowsy. while the dreams roll and tumble

it's a long way to texas. it's a long way back home

it's a three hour flight on the plane when i go

away from this snow from boston to southshore where the

dreams roll and tumble. and bring the prose to the wheel

bring the prose to the wheel. i'm not drivin' these wheels

i'm not drivin' these wheels

bring the prose to the wheel. i'm not drivin' these wheels

i'm not drivin' these wheels. that face in the window. it's one i should know

but it's never been haloed by new england snow

and the child 'cross the isle is sleepin' away

while the soldier behind me lets his dreams roll and tumble

my way

bring the prose to the wheel. i'm not drivin' these wheels

i'm not drivin' these wheels

bring the prose to the wheel. i'm not drivin' these wheels

i'm not drivin' these wheels. this cradle of the interstate makes me weary of dreams

the hurt they cause is now. restless. it seems

oh soldier

dear soldier

'ya keep your dreams to yourself

my hearts rolled and tumbled till i've put it on the shelf

bring the prose to the wheel. i'm not drivin' these wheels

i'm not drivin' these wheels

bring the prose to the wheel. i'm not drivin' these wheels

i'm not drivin' these wheels. from boston to southshore in the back of the bus

it's the last winter storm of the season and such

and i am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap

the snow makes me drowsy. while the dreams roll and tumble