Dead at the Wheel

On and on it seems to go, but when it's gone it's gone You're always getting caught day late and dollar short But it's OK On and on it seems to go, when all the lights are yellow And it's hard to build a home when you summer's not your own And you like it that way Honest is the photo, with steely eyes that seem to show The recent memories, are worked in filigree Of all the things to choose between Like 'Liberty' and 'Honesty' You know I'm dead at the wheel 'cause I'm learning to feel no pain Sticky nights twisting the knife The good times maybe ruined my life Would I choose another calling just to see your wooden floors again? And this times hung around for years By design or default it isn't clear Left behind by so many years You can run to the land of the rising sun but eventually Love finds another way 'Cause on and on it seems to go, but when it's gone it's gone And I don't mind If you're alive 'Cause I'll be dead at the wheel learning to feel no pain --- Dead at the Wheel - The Cribs