Wheels

It’s cold out in the wilderness

It’s quiet except in my head

There’s a choir of doubt, fear, and regret and it’s haunting me

Is there a light that glows still underneath

In a garden overgrown with weeds

Like a child that somehow still believes

Do I still believe?

How long can you stay in the clouds?

That’s the thing about a high

Is you don’t ever want to come down

If I could, I’d never stop these wheels from spinning around

These wheels from spinning around

These wheels from spinning around

These wheels from spinning around

I thought I’d want a place to land

But I don’t think I’m made for that

A lonely house is sinking sand

So, I’ve got to run, always on the run

How long can you stay in the clouds?

That’s the thing about a high

Is you don’t ever want to come down

If I could, I’d never stop these wheels from spinning around

These wheels from spinning around

These wheels from spinning around

These wheels from spinning around

No, no

This ain’t a carousel, or a carnival ride

I think I’m going, going out of my mind

How long can you stay in the clouds?

That’s the thing about a high

Is you don’t ever want to come down

If I could, I’d never stop these wheels from spinning around

These wheels from spinning around

These wheels from spinning around

These wheels from spinning around

Oh

These wheels from spinning around

These wheels from spinning around

These wheels from spinning around

These wheels from spinning around