Twenty years on, and he still thinks he'll make a dent on
The shrinking world... but the pent-up way it works still stinks
The spinning of wheels has been enough to keep him occupied,
Keep him tough...
But there's no momentum, just the gravel and the spinning
And those who could help him disappear, saying,
"Wish we could, but we'd interfere"...
After all, they have their own careers
Hey, look up, look down, look out somehow
Look through the blindfold
Shake your fist and bet your soul
You're in the way and the big wheels roll
Big wheels roll, big wheels roll
Oh, no one gets on a leaky ship
"Associations can weaken one's place in history," he tells himself
And he tells himself that they're lame and weak,
But he only has himself to blame
For being scatterbrained, quarantined
How can one fool one's self so long?
How can one hold the dream so tight?
He chokes it and provokes a wrong
Hey, look up, look down, look out somehow
Look through the blindfold
Shake your fist and bet your soul
You're in the way and the big wheels go
Hey
He says, "Damn the cool-headed and the setters of goals who can feel
No evil, no heat, no cold,
Who wouldn't know passion if it swallowed them whole
For whom true love is a left-brain risk,
For whom the giving of life is a needless
Myth, who cover their graves with monoliths,"
Cool heads prevail, and we'll become extinct
Mutants too unfit to wish - that's the fallout of our fingerprints
Hey, look up, look down, look out somehow
Look through the blindfold
Shake your fist and bet your soul
You're in the way and the big wheels roll
Big
Look up, look down, look out somehow
Look through the blindfold
Shake your fist and bet your soul
You're in the way and the big wheels roll
Hey
Big wheels roll, big wheels roll
Yeah