Wheel’s On The Ground – The Band Of Heathens

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