Wheels Keep On Turning - Bullet

Open skies above, Highway floating by below

I’m running tracks of flames and smoking burnt rubber

Can you feel the heat?

The sound of the engine beat

Got no destination, I measure my route in gasoline

I gotta find myself some space

This dirty old town that I call home

You know I can’t stand that place

The wheels keep on turning

Let the fuel keep on burning

Got no time to waste, Got no plans to settle down

I just want to run away from this godforsaken town

Working 9 to 5, What a way to waste my mind

Got no regression I’m just leave it all behind

I gotta find myself some space

This dirty old town that I call home

You know I can’t stand that place

The wheels keep on turning

Let the fuel keep on burning

Open skies above, Highway floating by below

I’m running tracks of flames and smoking burnt rubber

Can you feel the heat?

The sound of the engine beat

Got no destination, I measure my route in gasoline

I gotta find myself some space

This dirty old town that I call home

You know I can’t stand that place

The wheels keep on turning

Let the fuel keep on burning