Upon the worn trails of down trodden souls,
The fool, the sinner and the hopeful leave their woes.

On the path of salvation when many lost their way,
Other paths start to branch away.

A conestoga lays abandoned on the trail,
Where many idealists withered and failed.

The industrial city left behind in the dust filled wake,
No turning back from the journey,
You already chose your fate.

Where would you go in the months and weeks ahead?
Possibly to new Zion or make your own land to think that you'll be well on.

Beware of the adventure who is a fool to travel along,
So always journey together or die without a throne.

The boxcars empty and the track dead ends
But they'll be selling tickets til the world ends
Gold dust and lies
Glittered dust and lies

You've got your visions but your feet our on the ground
You're gonna wander this whole big world around
Chasing the skies
Always chasing the skies

Saddle up, hit 'em up
Take to the skies
Ain't no make can catch you
but believe me boy they'll try

Spin spin spin
Turning until when
The wheel that was spinning for miles
All this happened all awhile
The wheel just kept on rolling
It was like the wheel was patrolling
It was over hills and determined wills
The wheel spinning all around
Destination in becoming being bound
The wheel could be heard tire marks sound
Yet the turning of the wheel seems like life’s expansion
The wheel’s movement in arriving in knowing where to be
The vision in being in sight for all to see
The wheel in having a trail in where it has been
When the wheel comes to a stop, it will be at an end.