Spin My Wheels
You run away with my sleep and I'm stuck in here so deep
I had a terrible dream and I can't wake up it seems
In my parallel field, what's imagined is real
For you I conceal, all that I feel and girl, you spin my wheels
I've got a terrible mind, maybe desperate or unkind
Thinking of ways to dispose of the ones we say we love the most
I want to carry you home, I want to see you alone
For we will never show all that we feel and girl, you spin my wheels
Writer/s: ROBERT HARRIS HART HARRISON
