Lletres: Rosanne Cash. Wheel.
How long was I asleep? When did we plan to meet?
Have you been waiting long for me? When did the sky turn black?
Do you still want me back? I'll pick it all up piece by piece
And the wheel goes round, round
And the flame in our souls, it will never burn out
And the wheel, and the wheel goes round
I am a river with a voice, I came into your life by choice
And none can judge the way that feels, you are a messenger from God
You are the angel I forgot, and none can say that it isn't real?
And the wheel goes round, round
And the flame in our souls, it will never burn out
And the wheel, and the wheel goes round
Well, I'm not looking for your answers, oh, darling don't you see
Just to know the question is good enough for me
Take up the hearts you came to heal, put down your dagger and your shield
You need have nothing now for me, oh
I see the essence of the man, I stand before you as a friend
The truth moves through us even when we sleep
And the wheel goes round, round
And the flame in our souls, it will never burn out
And the wheel goes round, round
And the flame in our souls, it will never burn out
And the wheel, and the wheel goes round
Have you been waiting long for me? When did the sky turn black?
Do you still want me back? I'll pick it all up piece by piece
And the wheel goes round, round
And the flame in our souls, it will never burn out
And the wheel, and the wheel goes round
I am a river with a voice, I came into your life by choice
And none can judge the way that feels, you are a messenger from God
You are the angel I forgot, and none can say that it isn't real?
And the wheel goes round, round
And the flame in our souls, it will never burn out
And the wheel, and the wheel goes round
Well, I'm not looking for your answers, oh, darling don't you see
Just to know the question is good enough for me
Take up the hearts you came to heal, put down your dagger and your shield
You need have nothing now for me, oh
I see the essence of the man, I stand before you as a friend
The truth moves through us even when we sleep
And the wheel goes round, round
And the flame in our souls, it will never burn out
And the wheel goes round, round
And the flame in our souls, it will never burn out
And the wheel, and the wheel goes round
Rosanne Cash