Song Description
An ode to local stock car racers and broken hearts everywhere.
| Song Length |
4:52 |
Genre |
Country - General |
Lyrics
Freewheeling
Verse: I?ve been talking to this heart of mine
It happens to me every time
I?m looking for the truth and finding lies
But still I wonder what I said
That left me lying here half-dead
I look into your eyes, the love has died
Bridge: I?m freewheeling, I?m on my way now
Rolling down that open highway
Left my troubles at the county line
Verse: I?ve been listening to that voice inside
That every now and then reminds
A part of me that sometimes longs to stay
That every road both comes and goes
With destinations no one knows
Except the man who sits behind the wheel
Chorus: You will not see me shed a tear
There?s no looking in rear view mirrors
I keep my eyes on the double yellow lines
?Cause I?m a freewheeling, lovemaking,
Old-fashioned, heartbreaking,
Son of a gun, with a throttle and four gears
Verse: Now I?m backing up my broken heart
And planning on a brand new start
Wherever this long road comes to an end
I turn the key and found a gear
And grabbed the wheel which will steer
This old rusty Chevy ?round the bend
Bridge: I?m freewheeling, I?m on my way now
Rolling down that open highway
Left my troubles at the county line
Verse: Well, I see a sign that?s up ahead
That promises a meal and bed
And though I know I?ll spend the night alone
At least I know that I am free
And left to chase my destiny
And maybe find someone to share a home
Chorus: You will not see me shed a tear
There?s no looking in rear view mirrors
I keep my eyes on the double yellow lines
But still I wonder what you?re thinking
How you are and if you?re feeling
All those things I?ve chosen to deny
?Cause I?m a freewheeling, lovemaking,
Old-fashioned, heartbreaking,
Son of a gun, with a throttle and four gears
Copyright 2004 Taylor March. All rights reserved
Taylor March
220 Arthur Street
Centerport, NY 11721
631-427-1362
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