Bruce Cockburn – Silver Wheels

Bruce Cockburn – Silver Wheels Lyrics

Artist: Bruce Cockburn
Song: Silver Wheels

Good evening.
High speed drift on a prairie road
Hot tires sing like a string being bowed
Sudden town rears up then explodes

Fragments resolve into white line code
Whirl on silver wheels
Black earth energy receptor fields
Undulate under a grey cloud shield

We outrun a river colour brick red mud
That cleaves apart hills soil rich as blood
Whirl on silver wheels
Highway squeeze in construction steam

Stop caution hard hat yellow insect machines
Silver steel towers stalk rolling land
Toward distant stacks that shout “Feed on demand”
Whirl on silver wheels

A hundred miles later the sky has changed
Urban anticipation—we get four lanes
Red-orange furnace sphere notches down
Throws up silhouette skyline in brown

Whirl on silver wheels
Whirl on silver wheels
Sundogs flare on windshield glass
Sudden swoop skyward iron horse overpass

Pass a man walking like the man in the moon
Walking like his head’s full of Irish fiddle tunes
Whirl on silver wheels
The skin around every city looks the same

Miles of flat neon spelling well-known names
USED TRUCKS — DIRTY DONUTS — YOU YOU’RE THE ONE
Fat wheeled cars squeal into the sun
Whirl on silver wheels

Radio speakers gargle top forty trash
Muzak soundtrack to slow collapse
Planet engines pulsate in sidereal time
If you listen close you can hear the whine

Whirl on silver wheels
Whirl on silver wheels
Thank you.
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Bruce Cockburn Lyrics – Silver Wheels

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From the album:
Waiting For A Miracle
Release Year: 1995