Hand on the wheel again... you're king of nothing, son
And all your loyal subjects betrayed you, every one
To these grave reservations... cut to the bone marrow sensations
You're like a compass with no true north... you're blown away, way off course
Underneath the engine hum
Road noise delirium
Since nothing showed her pretty face
It was nothing you embraced
Hand to the plow again... man's glory is fleeting
Hand to your heart to see if it's still beating
The breakdown wasn't temporary... here's to a cell solitary
And in these veins of dust, kid, it's time that you do business
Hand on the wheel again
Sweet kingdom come
I'm all lost in the Christmas snow
And tired of going numb
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