Wheels

Wheels (Cake, da Pressure chief)

In a wooden boat, in the shipping lanes,
with the freighters towering over me,
I can hear the jets flying overhead
making lines across the darkening sky.

And when the sun is going down
I can take a taxi into town,
and the waiter at the restaurant
sets a table just for one.

Wheels keep on spinning 'round, spinning 'round, spinning 'round.
Wheels keep on spinning 'round, spinning 'round and 'round.
(Okay...)

So I had a plane to take me to
a place so far away from you;
eventually we began to see
that we could be completely free.

And I could get away from you,
and you could get away from me,
and we could live each separately
in our cities in the sun.

Wheels keep on spinning 'round, spinning 'round, spinning 'round.
Wheels keep on spinning 'round, spinning 'round and 'round.
(Okay... Alright...)

In a CD-karaoke bar
by the banks of the mighty Bosphorus
is a Japanese man in a business suit
singing "Smoke gets in your eyes".

And the muscular cyborg German dudes
dance with sexy French Canadians,
while the overweight Americans
wear their patriotic jumpsuits.

Wheels keep on spinning 'round, spinning 'round, spinning 'round.
Wheels keep on spinning 'round, spinning 'round and 'round.
(Okay... This one right...)

(Spinning 'round)
Wheels keep on spinning 'round, spinning 'round, spinning 'round.
Wheels keep on spinning 'round, spinning 'round and 'round.
(Spinning round)
Wheels keep on spinning 'round, spinning 'round, spinning 'round.
Wheels keep on spinning 'round, spinning 'round and 'round.
(I don't know)
Why you say you are not in love with me?
(I don't know)
Why you say you are not in love with me?
(I don't know)
Why you say you are not in love with me?



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