Nanci Griffith - I'm Not Drivin' These Wheels (Bring The Prose To The Wheel) lyrics

From Boston to Southshore in the
Back of the bus
It's the last winter storm of
The season and such
And I am lost to the fiction
Of the book in my lap
The snow makes me drowsy while
The dreams roll and tumble

It's a long way to Texas it's
A long way back home
It's a three hour flight on
The plane when I go
Away from this snow from Boston
To Southshore where the
Dreams roll and tumble and bring
The prose to the wheel

Bring the prose to the wheel
I'm not drivin' these wheels
I'm not drivin' these wheels
Bring the prose to the wheel
I'm not drivin' these wheels
I'm not drivin' these wheels (today)

That face in the window it's
One I should know
But, it's never been haloed
By New England snow and the child 'cross the
Isle is sleepin' away
While the soldier behind me lets
His dreams roll and tumble my way

Bring the prose to the wheel
I'm not drivin' these wheels
I'm not drivin' these wheels
Bring the prose to the wheel
I'm not drivin' these wheels
I'm not drivin' these wheels (today)

This cradle of the interstate makes
Me weary of dreams
The hurt they cause is now restless it seems
Oh soldier, dear soldier
'ya keep your dreams to yourself
My hearts rolled and tumbled 'till I've
Put it on the shelf

Bring the prose to the wheel
I'm not drivin' these wheels
I'm not drivin' these wheels
Bring the prose to the wheel
I'm not drivin' these wheels
I'm not drivin' these wheels (today)

From Boston to Southshore in the
Back of the bus
It's the last winter storm of
The season and such
And I am lost to the fiction
Of the book in my lap
The snow makes me drowsy while
The dreams roll and tumble