Wheels (Live, BBC Top Gear Session, 28th July 1969)

歌詞

I'm holding a bubble no one can believe in They look through and distort their views They say it's alright and add with a wink But the wink has the smile of abuse I'm holding a mirror no one wants to peek in It's cracked they say with a wearisome moan But the crack is a path just there for the seeking Look harder the pavings are shown Losing out slowly I'm trying to make good But wheels slowly grinding, grind slowly to mud, slowly to mud I wished for the earth, and I got me a piece My integrity down, my soul for the lease No one can repeat what my mouth tries to speak Forsaking the bit, not seeing the leak (REPEAT VERSE ONE) (REPEAT CHORUS)