
Date of issue: 09.04.2010
Song language: English
These Old Wheels |
Silence is golden some may say, some may say |
Well I say silence is an aimless time to kill |
It’s a restless feeling pounding on my brain both night and day |
And these old wheels of mine spin louder as it builds |
Yes the sky would surely fall if my dear eardrum did fail |
To beat a single time, in time or out |
Some may make it out all right and some may have never known |
But these old wheels spin far too loud, far too loud |
For I love to hear a from the morning bird choir |
And the sounds of coffee boiling on the pot |
How I love to hear I love you in a dry morning tone |
And just assume that if I can’t these wheels would stop |
Yes happy is the day I lay my poor head down |
With neither trial nor trouble to compete |
With the chirp of summer crickets nor a tree frog’s croak |
And these old wheels slow down enough so that I may sleep |
Silence is golden some may say, some may say |
I say silence is an aimless time to kill |
It’s a restless feeling pounding on my brain both night and day |
And these old wheels of mine spin louder as it builds |