Hands On The Wheel

At a time when the world seems to be spinnin' hopelessly out of control, There's deceivers an' believers an' old in-betweeners, That seem to have no place to go. Well, it's the same old song, it's right an' it's wrong, An' livin' is just somethin' that I do. An' with no place to hide, I looked in your eyes, An' I found myself in you. I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars. An' I've nearly gone up in smoke. Now my hand's on the wheel, I've something that's real, An' I feel like I'm goin' home. An' in the shade of an oak down by the river, Sit an old man an' a boy, Settin' sail, spinnin' tales an' fishin' for whales, With a lady they both enjoy. Well, it's the same damn tune, it's the man in the moon. It's the way that I feel about you. An' with no place to hide, I looked in your eyes, An' I found myself in you. An' I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars. An' I've nearly gone up in smoke. Now my hand's on the wheel, I've something that's real, An' I feel like I'm goin' home. Instrumental break.