18 Wheels (4:34)

The best place to do it
is in a phonebooth by I-80’s side
Under shooting stars
Under shooting stars

Singing songs into a trunk
Until it chirps back
Til it sends back silence
When the wind takes to the trees
I know the world is mine

I count five rhymes in the circling weather over Rome
Think it’s a clue to the tones I’ve got to blow to bring you home
18 Wheels roll by
To the strains of Aussie time
And there’s no box that I can build to turn it back

Sleep means nothing to me anymore
Like somebody else’s ideas mean nothing
The passing of days…

You and me were just looking for keys
Under a raging sea
You are the most vivid dream

I count five rhymes in the machine at the airport on the Nile
Think it’s a clue to the stops I’ve got to pull to make you smile again
18 Wheels roll by
Through the wires it’s Finnish time
There’s no box that I can build
Can build

The soft quick London ring I thought might pipe you back to me
Through a couple of funky loops drummed up at random
Just kicked back with moonlight flash
Waiting patiently for us to sing in tandem

18 Wheels