| He calls and you heel. |
| While you stare he steals |
| And then talks in terms of salvation |
| All in good time, all in good taste. |
| And now you’re broken, sets in motion |
| wheels within wheels, Wheels within wheels. |
| Wheels within wheels. Wheels within wheels |
| We know and you’re so young. Come on. Come on. |
| You say you need a friend to keep your peace of mind bitter to the end. |
| Come on down. Come on down |
| to the bottomless pit of my heart, |
| to the murky depths of my soul. |
| I’m asking you to give me a start. |
| I’m telling you to let us go. |
| You paint us all so black. |
| He smiles, we all laugh. |
| That smile — it’s like a photograph. |
| And we talk when we are told to, |
| talk in good faith, all in good taste. |
| The constant winding, binding, grinding |
| wheels within wheels, Wheels within wheels. |
| Wheels within wheels. Wheels within wheels |
| We know and you’re so young. Come on. Come on. |
| You say nobody cares but there you’re wrong |
| because everybody cares. |
| Come on down. Come on down |
| to the bottomless pit of my heart, |
| to the murky depths of my soul. |
| I’m asking you to give me a start. |
| I’m telling you to let us go. |
| You paint us all so black. |
| Don’t paint us all so black. |
| Words and music copyright Graham Trust |