Hands on the Wheel

At a time when my world, seemed to be swinging,

Reeling out of control

There were some believers,

Deceivers, a few in-betweeners

Who seemed to have no place that they could go

It's the same old song,

It's right when you're wrong

Living's just something to do,

With no place to hide,

I looked into your eyes,

And I find myself in you

I've looked to the stars,

Busted up some bars

My life nearly went up in smoke

With my hands on the wheel,

Of something so real

Yeah I feel like I'm heading home

Now in the shape of an oak, down by the river,

You see an old man and a boy

They're setting sails, spinning tales,

Probably fishing for whales

With a lady that they both enjoy

It's the same old tune,

It's the man in the moon

It's the way that I feel

Since I found you,

With no place to hide,

I looked into your eyes,

And I find myself in you

I've looked to the stars, busted up some bars

I saw my life as a joke

With my hands on the wheel, of something so real

Yeah I feel like I'm heading home

And I feel like I'm heading home