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at the Wheel |Do
you ever stop to count all the invitations At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention, All these sugars with no vitamin
sensation Do you ever stop to look over old relations, Or look to the belly of another one's emotions,
Someone young in the winds of a revolution Trying to save his face in the
evolution Asleep at the wheel, No windshield, But you know that the streets
Here don't change He's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation, Bone rail skinny, only feeding
of frustration Unlike you who seem bred from corruption Feeding off the plates of an
ununited nation Asleep at the wheel, No windshield, But you know that the streets
Here don't change With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection
To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion, She'll steal your money with
the eyes of a baby's complexion Then she'll laugh at you and your sexual
invention Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion, Devoted the heat of a spotlight in
motion, With a face full of mud even though you were only joking As if you really understood the value of
isolation Asleep at the wheel, No windshield, But you know that the
street Here don't change Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on
rolling Every smile you give's just to keep your mouth from clothin' Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
Locked in neutral your engines are broken Like candle wax that sun melts into the
ocean Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station, You can color in the lines of mother earth's
addictions, And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth's abduction Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield, But you know that the streets Here don't change
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| words and music by Jakob Dylan appears on The Wallflowers The Wallflowers have never perfomed this song live |
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