Arte K - When the Wheels

It's half past noon on Sunday; you're face-down on the floor
Don't remember much o' nothing. Who forgot to close the door
Sticky taste o' bourbon, and pounding in your head
They left you all alone; was it something that you said

Just empty bottles and cigarettes, at the scene of the crime
How many times've you seen this? The ending still gets you every time
You wonder how you got here; where did everybody go
You never saw it coming; how could you have ever known

When the wheels come off your wagon, and your train's gone off the tracks
Ain't no one left to help you, and nobody's got your back
When the wheels come off your wagon, and your castle starts to crack
You burned out all your bridges, and the cavalry ain't coming back

See, they just don't understand you. You got places you gotta go
Some folks, they just lack vision; always aiming way too low
If there's no one else left standing, well, any means to any end
But when you find yourself in trouble, you can't find yourself a friend

When the wheels come off your wagon, and your train's gone off the tracks
Ain't no one left to help you, and nobody's got your back
When the wheels come off your wagon, and your castle starts to crack
You burned out all your bridges, and the cavalry ain't coming back

Written by:
Arthur Kenyon, Jr.

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