(john scott sherrill) Way on past the boulevards Out here underneath the stars I've been flying past the houses, farms and fields Leaving all i know back there Rushing through the cold night air And i'm holding on to nothin' but the wheel Staying clear of the interstate I'm seeking out those old two lanes Trying to explain the way i feel Till all at once it's half past three And it's down...to just the trucks and me And i'm holding on to nothin' but the wheel I've been trying to drive you off my mind Maybe that way baby i can leave it all behind And forty-one goes on and on And the lights go winding in the dawn The sky's the color now of polished steel And the only thing i know for sure Is if you don't want me anymore Then i'm holding on to nothin' but the wheel And the only thing i know for sure Is if you don't want me anymore Then i'm holding on to nothin' but the wheel I'm holding on to nothin' but the wheel