The walls, drop a portrait of my past And the hands of God they cry As every second of the hour goes by And the wheels kept pushing me And the wheels have come to take me alive The wheels behind me I'm told Bring me away to something I cannot hold Fadin' to find me, but before that Nature, wishing we'll not sever the law I could'nt have done much better than before And the wheels kept pushing me And the wheels have come to take me alive The wheels behind me I'm told Bring me away to something I cannot hold Fadin' to find me, but before that The hands of God they cry, As every second of the hour goes by And the wheels kept pushing me And the wheels have come to take me alive The wheels behind me I'm told Bring me away to something I cannot hold Fadin' to find me, but before that More from Cool for August