There’s a heartbeat in the hallway,
like a clock that’s lost its name.
I pull my jacket on again,
same old cut, same old game.
The morning’s got opinions,
and the dog next door agrees,
but I’m stepping out in rhythm,
letting daylight take the lead.
So I keep the wheels in line,
on this long straight road of mine.
Ain’t no fireworks, ain’t no sign,
just the hum that keeps me tryin’.
Yeah, the world turns slow,
but it turns on time,
so I keep the wheels,
I keep the wheels in line.
There’s a radio full of static,
but I swear I heard your name.
Like a whisper from the distance
where the sky don’t look the same.
Every face I pass is someone
I forgot I meant to be,
but the road don’t ask for answers,
just a steady, simple beat.
So I keep the wheels in line,
on this long straight road of mine.
Ain’t no revelations, no design,
just the miles that keep me tryin’.
Yeah, the world rolls on, and I fall in line,
so I keep the wheels,
I keep the wheels in line.
Maybe hope’s a kind of engine,
maybe fear’s the gasoline.
Maybe life’s a scratched up record
spinning where we’ve always been.
But the lights turn green eventually,
and when they do, I move,
not fast, not brave, just forward,
’cause forward’s what I choose.
So I keep the wheels in line,
on this long straight road of mine.
No big moments, no grand design,
just the road that keeps me tryin’.
And if you’re out there on your own incline,
I’ll keep the wheels,
I’ll keep the wheels in line.