Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Somewhere there's somebody who looks just like you do.
Acts just like you do - feels the same way.
Somewhere there's a person in a far away place
with a different name and a face that looks like you.

Do you think about who it might be?
Do you wonder where you are?
In a distant foreign country
riding around in another car

where the wheels keep on turning and turning and turning
and nothing's disturbing the way they go around.

All your thoughts are in another head.
Your dreams are sleeping in a different bed.
The force that moves you is a circular breath
of life and death going round and round and round.

The wheel keeps on turning and turning and turning
and nothing's disturbing the way it goes around.

Maybe you ride a different wave.
Maybe you catch another ray of the sun
that I've just begun to feel.
Back and forth and back and forth around again.

(The Wheel - Edie Brickell)

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