She said she wanted me to drive A 100 miles by the crow Just to prove we were alive With somewhere left to go But I keep listening for a sign of revelation In every pa**ing sound But all I hear are wheels Turning on the ground She said she wanted me to sew Her every tattered seam And I wanted to believe That I could save her dreams But I keep listening for a sign of revelation In every pa**ing sound But all I hear are wheels Turning on the ground I count the boxcars on every pa**ing train Add up the miles on every sign I count the raindrops, the gas pumps and the rest stops The things I do to pa** the time She said she wanted me to fly I guess she took her own advice Never gave a reason why And I never asked her twice But I keep listening for a sign of revelation In every pa**ing sound But all I hear are wheels Turning on the ground