You can call me the wheel
All I wanna do is roll it
From Tucson to Tulsa
This long-distance love, babe
What a lonely thing to call it

Don't be afraid
We'll be fine in the morning
Food on the table
A body that's able
We'll be fine in the morning

Up with the mountains
Down with the system
That keeps us in chains
Hearing our whispering
Oh, baby, blue sky
Building a prison
Way back in the way back

The tulips are busted
The peace sign is broken
What is forgiveness?
What is atonement?
I wanna go home

Stood out in the rain
Like some rock and roll scarecrow
Both hands are broken
Oh, the prophet has spoken
He can't deny that I'm lonesome

Up with the mountains
Down with the system
That keeps us in chains
Hearing our whispering
Baby, blue sky
Building a prison
Way back in the way back

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Writer(s): M.C. Taylor