Take the Wheel 1_1_2026

Wickedjohnandthedevil

No one grumbles in the pine woods
No one cries when morning comes
See the stars fade into daylight
See the footprints in the snow

My god could it be more certain?
My god could I take the wheel for now?

Ice made still the rushing waters
Creeks made strong as they could be
I can see my breath before me
See these things we shouldn’t see

And everyone seems to know
Something that I don’t know
About you
And everyone seems to it like the backs of their hands