(john scott sherrill)



Way on past the boulevards

Out here underneath the stars

I've been flying past the housesfarms and fields

Leaving all I know back there

Rushing through the cold night air

And I'm holding on to nothin' but the wheel



Staying clear of the interstate

I'm seeking out those old two lanes

Trying to explain the way I feel

Till all at once it's half past three

And it's down...to just the trucks and me

And I'm holding on to nothin' but the wheel



I've been trying to drive you off my mind

Maybe that way baby I can leave it all behind

And forty-one goes on and on

And the lights go winding in the dawn

The sky's the color now of polished steel

And the only thing I know for sure

Is if you don't want me anymore

Then I'm holding on to nothin' but the wheel



And the only thing I know for sure

Is if you don't want me anymore

Then I'm holding on to nothin' but the wheel



I'm holding on to nothin' but the wheel