Wheels & Dust

It's not easy to get away,
I'll walk this golden field,
until the end.

I woke up in the morning
now I ain't got no chains
but the wheels are stuck on the rails,
where wolves are howling.

Mother, father is on the highway,
and north winds about to break,
and listen to the log in the fire burning,
it seems like you're blue inside, I'll be watching you,
but Marianne is gone, but Marianne is not coming...

Tears and diamonds, wheels and pain,
dust and sunny days weigh the same.
You've been walking down the line,
you feel sick but you're fine,
I'll be playing all night long,
until the rays of dawn.

I rode down, the light in the South is clear,
It seems like it used to be
but it's too late to say that I'll come back home,
I'm gambling my life on the road,
I'm alone now,
but Marianne is gone, but Marianne is not coming...
but Marianne is gone, but Marianne is not coming home.