Beyond the Wheel

Far beyond the road
Between your house and home
There is a churning storm
Of hailing, burning bones
Tiny baby cries
Little, tiny pawn
In the profit game
Tiny baby grows

Mother, who's your man?
Is he doin' what he can
To make a proper home, home
By overturning other stones, stones?
Father, mighty man
Loves his little boys, boys
Shows them how to kill
To save his precious stones, stones

Far beyond the wheel
Spin your life around
By driving flesh and blood
Deep into the ground, ground

Far beyond the wheel
It steers your life around
By driving flesh and blood, blood
Deep into the ground, the ground