Remember that letter that you sent Before the full moon drove you mad Painted lovers and the world in your hands And all that money you never had Caught up in the turning of the wheel And it's coming round again When it stops, I hope it isn't really The end I've been going through Memories of you Looking just like mother nature's child In the back of a pickup truck Staring up at the blue Blazing down the back-roads blooming wilds Caught up in the turning of the wheel And it's coming round again When it stops, I hope it isn't really The end Oo, oo, oo, I've been thinking About a time when you and I were free And wide-eyed Oo, oo, oo, we were just kids then And we spent our time (and we spent our time) Just driving, knowing what we want (and knowing what we want) And needing nothing Caught up in (caught up in the) the turning of the wheel And it's coming round again (and it comes around again) When it stops,(when it stops) I hope it isn't really The end Caught up in (caught up in the) the turning of the wheel And it's coming round again (and it comes around again) When it stops,(when it stops) I hope it isn't really The end