Wheels
(Chris Hillman, Gram Parsons)
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢ve all got wheels to take ourselves away,
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢ve got telephones to say what we canâ"š¬â"ž¢t say.
We get higher and higher every day,
Come on wheels, take this boy away.
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢re not afraid to ride,
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢re not afraid to die.
Come on, wheels, take me home today,
Come on wheels, take this boy away.
And when I feel my time is almost done
And destiny is in my right hand,
I turn to Him who made my life so strong.
Come on, wheels, make this boy a man.
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢re not afraid to ride,
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢re not afraid to die.
Come on, wheels, take me home today,
Come on wheels, take this boy away.
Oh, come on, wheels, this boy away.