“Wheel in the Sky”
Wheels on fire, wheels on a chair, every day he climbs another stair
Another stare is yielded, another puck is fielded
Journey sings about the wheel in the sky keep on turning, where will it be tomorrow
Tomorrow? I am still thinking about today.
Marching forward in a glitzing storm,
were we really born to run?
The company-commander marches his men left-right-left
If your heart is stolen can you charge one with theft?
Big wheels keep on rolling, sometimes they leave the ground, and in the end, love is found