Wagon

It’s all passing me by.
I reach out and fall shy.
My feet aren’t on the ground.
My God’s not in the sky.
The wheels turn around much too fast
and it don’t look like anyone’s comin’ long for the ride.

I don’t want to be on the wagon no more.
I don’t want to be on the wagon.
I want to be out there with all the good people of the world.
I don’t want to be on the wagon no more.

I want to be good. I want to be loved.
I want to be the moon and the stars — all the above.
But it can do without me. It can all do without me.
It can all just do without me when push come to shove…..

I can see in the fields of lightning and, God, I want to lie
there.
Just want to lie there awhile and count your lucky stars,
I can let you off the hook, I can remove the nails
if you’ll just use your magic to unlock these bars.