Lyrics

You can call me the wheel All I wanna do is roll it From Tucson to Tulsa This long-distance love, babe— What a lonely thing to call it Don't be afraid We'll be fine in the morning Food on the table A body that's able We'll be fine in the morning Up with the mountains Down with the system That keeps us in chains Hearing our whispering Baby blue sky Building a prison Way back in the way back The tulips are busted The peace sign is broken What is forgiveness? What is atonement? I wanna go home Stood out in the rain Like some rock and roll scarecrow Both hands are brokеn Oh, the prophet has spoken Hе can't deny that I'm lonesome Up with the mountains Down with the system That keeps us in chains Hearing our whispering Baby blue sky Building a prison Way back in the way back