I drove the night through salted sleet
The city burned on every street
I found a lot of rusted chrome
A place where ghosts had found a home
Oh the humming wheel spins a song
Where the lonely souls all belong
Under the screen of a dead drive-in
Where the old road ends and we begin
A vintage frame in peeling red
A sleeping beast that won't be fed
It leans against a concrete wall
Waiting for the summer rain to fall
Oh the humming wheel spins a song
Where the lonely souls all belong
Under the screen of a dead drive-in
Where the old road ends and we begin
I checked the meter on the dash
The city life is just a crash
I stepped out in the heavy dew
To find a feeling kind of new
Oh the humming wheel spins a song
Where the lonely souls all belong
Under the screen of a dead drive-in
Where the old road ends and we begin
The chain is tight the spokes are gold
A story that has not been told
I pushed the pedal felt the glide
A silver ghost for one last ride
No more fares and no more tolls
Just the wind that clears our souls
Cello bows and banjo strings
Hear the way the metal rings
I parked my cab beside the gate
I didn't let the morning wait
The air is clear the storm has passed
I found a peace that's meant to last
Oh the humming wheel spins a song
Where the lonely souls all belong
Under the screen of a dead drive-in
Where the old road ends and we begin
Spin it round and spin it fast
Make the humming moment last
The humming wheel.
