Hands On The Wheel

Hands On The Wheel - Jerry Jeff Walker

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

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

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