I'm Not Drivin' These Wheels (Bring The Prose To The Wheel)

I'm Not Drivin' These Wheels (Bring The Prose To The Wheel) - Nanci Griffith

From Boston to Southshore

In the back of the bus

It's the last winter storm

Of the season and such

And I am lost to the fiction

Of the book in my lap

The snow makes me drowsy

While the dreams roll and tumble

It's a long way to Texas

It's a long way back home

It's a three hour flight on the plane

When I go

Away from this snow

From Boston to Southshore where the

Dreams roll and tumble

And bring the prose to the wheel

Bring the prose to the wheel

I'm not drivin' these wheels

I'm not drivin' these wheels

Bring the prose to the wheel

I'm not drivin' these wheels

I'm not drivin' these wheels

That face in the window

It's one I should know

But it's never been haloed

By New England snow

And the child 'cross

The isle is sleepin' away

While the soldier behind me

Lets his dreams roll and tumble

My way

Bring the prose to the wheel

I'm not drivin' these wheels

I'm not drivin' these wheels

Bring the prose to the wheel

I'm not drivin' these wheels

I'm not drivin' these wheels

Today

This cradle of the interstate

Makes me weary of dreams

The hurt they cause is now

Restless it seems

Oh soldier dear soldier

Ya keep your dreams to yourself

My hearts rolled and tumbled

Till I've put it on the shelf

Bring the prose to the wheel

I'm not drivin' these wheels

I'm not drivin' these wheels

Bring the prose to the wheel

I'm not drivin' these wheels

I'm not drivin' these wheels

Today

From Boston to Southshore

In the back of the bus

It's the last winter storm

Of the season and such

And I am lost to the fiction

Of the book in my lap

The snow makes me drowsy

While the dreams roll and tumble