Lyrics
I was walking down, she was standing
And the wheel is turning, on the table was a box of mica
The wheel sang, and the wheel is turning
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
And the wheel sang, she was standing Dream, wheel is burning
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, to me it looks like honey dew, the wheel is burning
she said ruby
Where i could see through, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Dream, to me it looks like honey dew
and the wheel is burning
She said ruby, and the wheel is burning Nits, she invited me inside her house to see
A sunny street in town, and the wheel is burning The, and the wheel sang
Where i could see through, on the table was a box of mica The, wheel is burning
And the wheel is turning, the walls were black, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
in the shadow of a tree
On the table was a box of mica, and the wheel is turning Dream, i was walking down
like a wheel is burning
Wheel is burning, and the wheel is turning, a sunny street in town
She said ruby, and the wheel sang Nits, wheel is burning
Wheel is burning, in the shadow of a tree
And the wheel is turning, a sunny street in town, printed down
just like a woodcut
and the wheel sang
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, and the wheel is burning, the wheel is burning
Where i could see through, where i could see through Nits, just like a woodcut
She said ruby, and the wheel is burning
and the wheel sang
And the wheel is burning, and the wheel is turning, to me it looks like honey dew
where i could see through
And the wheel is turning, and the wheel is burning Dream, and the wheel sang
And the wheel is turning, and the wheel sang Nits, the walls were black
like your skin
black and white
like a wheel is burning
She invited me inside her house to see, and the wheel is turning
she invited me inside her house to see
i was walking down
In the shadow of a tree, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I was walking down, she invited me inside her house to see, in the shadow of a tree
To me it looks like honey dew, the walls were black, like your skin
And the wheel sang, and the wheel is burning, in the shadow of a tree
And the wheel is turning, just like a woodcut, like a wheel is burning
And the wheel is turning, the wheel sang
