Big wheels turning Baby I know Turning, turning... I remember the dead of night A lonely light that shines upon the window I see it all so clear The tenderness, the silent tears Out here in the pouring rain Through cold dark waiting days

Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead I remember her screams The night she died Hollow inside I wrapped my hands around her neck Squeezing out her breath Eyes rolled back