The Wheel (Hillman/Hill)


Written down in secret places
Unlocking doors and searching for
The answer lies in the open faces
Of all who've gone this way before

The wheel goes round and life goes on
Hitch a ride and you'll be gone
Soaring high to the outward bound
Life goes on and the wheel goes round

Traveling on this sacred journey
Freedom beckons one and all
Charging on to the march of Calvary
That rolls over any wall

Weary pilgrims hear the sound
While the wheel goes up the wheel goes down
No better life can ever be found
As we hold on the wheel goes round

On a quarter turn you really start moving
Halfway home comes on so fast
Til you see the first will be the last