Dead at the Wheel - The Cribs

On and on it seems to go

But when it’s gone it’s gone

You’re always getting caught

Day late and dollar short

But it’s okay

On and on it seems to go

When all the lights are yellow and

It’s hard to build a home when

Your summer’s not your own

And you like it that way…

Honest is the photo

With steely eyes that seem to show

The recent memories

Are worked in filigree

Of all the things to choose between

Like 'LIBERTY' and 'HONESTY'

You know I’m dead at the wheel

'Cos I’m learning to feel no pain…

Sticky nights twisting the knife

The good times maybe ruined my life

Would I choose another calling

Just to see your wooden floors again?

And those times hung around for years

By design or default it isn’t clear

Left behind by so many years

You can run to the land of the rising sun but eventually

Love finds another way

'Cos on and on it seems to go

But when it’s gone, it’s gone and I don’t mind

If you’re alive

'Cos I’ll be dead at the wheel

Learning to feel no pain