In a wooden boat in the shipping lanes
With the freighters towering over me
I can hear the jets flying overhead
Making lines across the darkening sky
And when the sun is going down
I can take a taxi into town
And the waiter at the restaurant
Sets a table just for one
Wheels keep on spinning round,
Spinning round, spinning round
Wheels keep on spinning round,
Spinning round and round
So I had a plane
T take me to a place so far away from you
Eventually we began to see
That we could be completely free
And I could get away from you
And you could get away from me
And we could live each separately
In our city in the sun
Wheels keep on spinning round,
Spinning round, spinning round
Wheels keep on spinning round,
Spinning round and round
In a seedy karaoke bar
By the banks of the mighty Bosphorus
Is a Japanese man in a business suit
Singing Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
And the muscular cyborg German dudes
Dance with bleepy French Canadians
While the overweight Americans
Wear their patriotic jumpsuits
Wheels keep on spinning round,
Spinning round, spinning round
Wheels keep on spinning round,
Spinning round and round
Spinning round
Wheels keep on spinning round,
Spinning round, spinning round
I don't know
Why you say you are not in love with me?
In a wooden boat in the shipping lanes
With the freighters towering over me
I can hear the jets flying overhead
Making lines across the darkening sky
And when the sun is going down
I can take a taxi into town
And the waiter at the re
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