I don’t want to spin my wheels
I don’t got no wheels to spin
Now I know you’re hanging out
With electric guitars, no doubt.
I don’t care for anyone
Probably not a lot of fun
You’ve got your own thing going on
In places you don’t belong
Could’ve been mine at the right time
And it seems like
We were alright
Meet me in Anchorage
That’s where the action is
There’s no nectar there for bees
Only flesh so wolves can feed
Alaskan wilderness
Old convicts slide away
First light at 3 am
I can smell the parsley stems
Some people can’t relate
And others have a lot to learn
I don’t want to spin my wheels
I don’t want to make my stomach squirm
If it feels right
At the right time we’ll work it out
We’ll be alright, I know, oh.
You’ve got a reputation
You know how to unwind
And you’ve got a reputation
For knowing how to reach your mind
I don’t want to spin my wheels
I don’t to let it all hang out
I just want to ……?
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