Hands On The Wheel

(album: Too Old To Change - 1979)

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