Wheels
(专辑: Poet In My Window - 1982)
He took a
plane to New York City To chase his fortune on the
Wall Street plan Now he is stranded in Manhattan Yet the
Southeast Texas coast still calls his name He said come on wheels, give up a
ticket Hello thunder, won't you roll him home Oh, a
needle and thread could mend his heartache Old moon give way to the
day and hand him the
sun There is no shelter for the
lonely And the
Northeast women speak of a
different tongue There are days he cries so loudly That the
southern rain blows north to ease his heart He said come on wheels, give up a
ticket Hello thunder, won't you roll him home Oh, a
needle and thread could mend his heartache Old moon give way to the
day and hand him the
sun There is no shelter for the
lonely And the
Northeast women speak of a
different tongue There are days he cries so loudly That the
southern rain blows north to ease his heart Northern harbor take care of my blue boy Let your city give him warmth for his hands He will be happy, his heart won't long for His home on the
Southeast Texas coast again He said come on wheels, give up a
ticket Hello thunder, won't you roll him home Oh, a
needle and thread could mend his heartache Old moon give way to the
day and hand him the
sun There is no shelter for the
lonely And the
Northeast women speak of a
different tongue There are days he cries so loudly That the
southern rain blows north to ease his heart