Hands On The Wheel — текст песни (Jerry Jeff Walker)

Billy Callery

At a time when my world, seemed to be swinging,
Reeling out of control
There were some believers,
Deceivers, a few in-betweeners
Who seemed to have no place that they could go

It`s the same old song,
It`s right when you`re wrong
Living`s just something to do,
With no place to hide,
I looked into your eyes,
And I find myself in you
I`ve looked to the stars,
Busted up some bars
My life nearly went up in smoke

With my hands on the wheel,
Of something so real
Yeah I feel like I`m heading home
Now in the shape of an oak, down by the river,
You see an old man and a boy

They`re setting sails, spinning tales,
Probably fishing for whales
With a lady that they both enjoy
It`s the same old tune,
It`s the man in the moon

It`s the way that I feel
Since I found you,
With no place to hide,
I looked into your eyes,

And I find myself in you
I`ve looked to the stars, busted up some bars
I saw my life as a joke
With my hands on the wheel, of something so real
Yeah I feel like I`m heading home
And I feel like I`m heading home