Dead At The Wheel

On and on it seems to go, but when it's gone it's gone
You're always getting caught day late and dollar short
But it's OK...
On and on it seems to go, when all the lights are yellow
And it's hard to build a home when you're summer's not your own
And you like it that way...

Honest is the photo, with steely eyes that seem to show
The recent memories, are worked in filigree
Of all the things to choose between
Like 'LIBERTY' and 'HONESTY'
You know I'm dead at the wheel cos I'm learning to feel no pain...

Sticky nights twisting the knife
The good times maybe ruined my life
Would I choose another calling just to see your wooden floors again?

And those times hung around for years
By design or default it isn't clear
Left behind by so many years
You can run to the land of the rising sun but eventually
Love finds another way

'Cos on and on it seems to go, but when it's gone it's gone
And I don't mind
If you're alive
'Cos I'll be dead at the wheel learning to feel no pain...