Human Wheels

John Mellancamp



This land, today, shall draw its last breath

And take into its ancient depths

This frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self

While I, with human-hindered eyes

Unequal to the sweeping curve of life

Stand on this single print of time



Human wheels spin round and round

While the clock keeps the pace

Human wheels spin round and round

Help the light to my face



That time, today, no triumph gains

At this short success of age

This pale reflection of its brave

and blundering deed

For I, descend from this vault,

Now dreams beyond my earthly fault

Knowledge, sure, from the seed



Human wheels spin round and round

While the clock keeps the pace

Human wheels spin round and round

Help the light to my face



This land, today, my tears shall taste

And take into its dark embrace

This love, who in my beating heart endures,

Assured, by every sun that burns,

The dust to which this flesh shall return

It is the ancient, dreaming dust of God



Human wheels spin round and round

While the clock keeps the pace

Human wheels spin round and round

Help the light find my face

Human wheels spin round and round

While the clock keeps the pace

Human wheels spin round and round

Help the light find my face



From Human Wheels cd cover



From: "Donna Crull"