All Old Forgotten (We Spin Our Wheels)

So hitting up, all old forgotten, long dear haunts

For one more hit now of what it is we really want

We want what’s right, never what’s so very wrong

That we spin our wheels, to the tune of this song …

Sitting upon a new moon, in wonder now of it all

Something never fails to fall forever for innocence

Someone never fails to come calling in times of need

Someday never passes again without being redeemed …

Listening in on the chatter of those dark stars overhead

We might come someday to so dread what we know is left

But the mighty of us run our trials with no less an iron fist

Than to divine the right of keeping strong in spite of this …

So hitting up, all old forgotten, long dear haunts

For one more hit now of what it is we really want

We want what’s right, never what’s so very wrong

That we spin our wheels, to the tune of this song …

To serve ourselves one time is always enough to receive

The will of the universe in fleeting footprints in the dust

Leading us on to what matters most before the final dusk

Before we take that last dive beyond that great old divide …

So hitting up, all old forgotten, long dear haunts

For one more hit now of what it is we really want

We want what’s right, never what’s so very wrong

That we spin our wheels, to the tune of this song …

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