Norman, take the wheel I'm feeling none too well A light has filled my face But I can't feel my hands; Take my jacket and cover me And keep the birds off of my shoes. And take me back to your house And turn on the light, Everyone must pa** this way, Must pa** this way tonight. The chest-of-drawers is leaning Sinking with the floor And the swaying door Is like a failing ship; But when was the last time My heart was this full Or that you held me close as this? And take me back to your house And turn on the light, Everyone must pa** this way Must pa** this way tonight. I was just thinking About old Lost John, How those who dream aloud So often disappear; And I wonder If he still walks around, Is that his voice that now I hear? Saying... And take me back to your house And turn on the light, Everyone must pa** this way Must pa** this way tonight.