Human Wheels

(John Mellencamp/George Green) This land, today, shall draw its last breath And take into its ancient depths This frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self While I, with human-hindered eyes Unequal to the sweeping curve of life Stand on this single print of time CHORUS Human wheels spin round and round While the clock keeps the pace Human wheels spin round and round Help the light to my face That time, today, no triumph gains At this short success of age This pale reflection of its brave and blundering deed For I, descend from this vault Now dreams beyond my earthly fault Knowledge, sure, from the seed CHORUS This land, today, my tears shall taste And take into its dark embrace This love who in my beating heart endures a*sured by every sun that burns The dust to which this flesh shall return It is the ancient, dreaming dust of God CHORUS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------