wheel's on the ground

she said she wanted me to drive

a 100 miles by the crow

just to prove we were alive

with somewhere left to go

but i keep listening for a sign of revelation

in every passing sound

but all i hear are wheels

turning on the ground

she said she wanted me to sew

her every tattered seam

and i wanted to believe

that i could save her dreams

but i keep listening for a sign of revelation

in every passing sound

but all i hear are wheels

turning on the ground

i count the boxcars on every passing train

add up the miles on every sign

i count the raindrops

the gas pumps and the rest stops

the things i do to pass the time

she said she wanted me to fly

i guess she took her own advice

never gave a reason why

and i never asked her twice

but i keep listening for a sign of revelation

in every passing sound

but all i hear are wheels

turning on the ground