SPINNING WHEELS

 

In a sleepy, early hour

Nearly through the morning drive

Everything’s gone quiet   

But the traffic blowing by

 

I open up my eyes

And stiffly look around

Trying to understand

How I got this upside-down

 

I try to say your name

Out comes shattered glass

A warm trickle of blood

The smell of leaking gas

The whole exploded moment

And all that it reveals

Everything’s stopped moving

Except the spinning wheels

 

I am wide awake, now

But still inside a dream

They’re asking who I am

I’m not sure what they mean

 

I try to say your name

Out comes shattered glass

A warm trickle of blood

The smell of leaking gas

The whole exploded moment

And all that it reveals

Everything’s stopped moving

Except the spinning wheels

 

Now, the sirens are getting closer  

I’m smiling because I know

You’re right here by my side

I am not alone   

 

I try to say your name

Out comes shattered glass

A warm trickle of blood

The smell of leaking glass

The whole exploded moment

And all that it reveals

Everything’s stopped moving

Except the spinning wheels

 

 

© 2018 Chris Richards / White Mare Music (BMI)