pack up all your love
load up that beat up old heart
a woundering is about to take place
on a long dark stretch of road
late into the dark hours of dawn
double lines blur
drift
pass
correct
it's getting later
this journey is not near over
it's getting lighter
blinding is the night
this is the first time
yet it's been a long time
blurring, crossing
a dangerous game of chicken
on this black country road
where the line dissapears
where two make one
faith and seduction cross
a better place is ahead
a brighter life
a seduction fufilled
somethings are just right
digging deeper unneccesary
hearts given up freely
cut the wheel
cut the wheel
cut
the
wheel.