The Wheel

The wheel has turned one full circle

Time for my meal of wood

To make my home lord

In a stable spoke lord

Inside a turning wheel would be good

To make my home lord

In a stable spoke lord

Inside a turning wheel bound for good

A woodbee tries to find purchase

In a turning spoke

From Memphis to Potomac

Never giving up hope

I'd die in your jails lord

But you'd die by my laws lord

I think you got it worse

No rebel I lord

I follow the river

When I'm lost

When I'm lost

The wheel has turned one more circle

The payload is now immense

So climb aboard all

Climb aboard

Because the heavier we get

The harder we crush

The wagon rolls like an old millstone

Driving bad deeds six feet deep

To make my home lord

In a stable spoke lord

Inside a turning wheel would be good

To make my home lord

In a stable spoke lord

Inside a turning wheel bound for good