Two hearts trying to understand How we're gonna get there One way, everything's gonna be away When we're both trying to drive One wheel, four hands 'Cause you're not always right It's not like I don't try This is where we belong But darling, I'm on your

I put on my gloves tonight, pull onto the road to San Berdu They remind me of hustlers, confidence men, and you My hands are warm beneath them, and easy on the wheel Without your love and treachery the calm is all I feel I shiver in the mirror, pull my

When Daddy let me drive A young boy two hands on the wheel I can't replace the way it made me feel It's painted red, the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with Daddy when

Jesus, take the wheel So give me one more chance Take it from my hands 'Cause I can't do this on my own I'm letting go She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati on a snow white Christmas Eve Going home to see her mama and her daddy with the

I don't even try Put your hands on the wheel Let the golden age begin Let the window down Feel the moonlight on your skin Let the desert wind Cool your aching head Let the weight of the world Drift away instead

Baby, it's about time, oh Bringing back the sunshine Got my hands on the wheel and I'm flying Heart beat loud as the thunder rolls Lightning on the stampede of lightning roll I'm bringing back the sunshine Been forever since I've been gone Haven't held

I ask no questions, it's just one more bridge to cross My spirit is bent and there's blood on my hands The more I'm down, the less I understand Once so found, now so lost I once said If it's good Hands on the wheel All is straight ahead Left behind

Two hearts trying to understand How we're gonna get there One way, everything's gonna be away When we're both trying to drive One wheel, four hands 'Cause you're not always right It's not like I don't try This is where we belong But darling, I'm on your