paroles de chanson Give Me the Wheel - Trout Fishing In America

He was looking for a place to get away
Didn't know why, but he could not stay
Half-way gone, half-way arriving
Tired of waiting on the world to get it right
Working all day and worrying all night
He said, "Give me the wheel, I feel like driving."
Give me the wheel I feel like driving
Give me the wheel
Give me the wheel I feel like driving
Give me the wheel
He was swimming in a dream he could not shake
Sleeping in a bed that would not make
Half-way gone, half-way arriving
He was painting with a paint that would not dry
Lost and low but he could not cry
He said, "Give me the wheel I feel like driving."
Give me the wheel I feel like driving
Give me the wheel
Give me the wheel I feel like driving
Give me the wheel
Feeling right next door to the middle of nowhere
Just this side of the other side of I don't care
Right next door to the middle of nowhere
If you can't see it, doesn't mean it's not there
If you can't see him, please don't stare
So much to say he could not speak
Trying to be something he could not be
Half-way gone, half-way arriving
You can drive and drive 'till you hit the coast
Trying to get back to the one you love most
Give me the wheel, I feel like driving
Give me the wheel I feel like driving
Give me the wheel
Give me the wheel I feel like driving
Give me the wheel
Give me the wheel I feel like driving
Give me the wheel
Give me the wheel