I'm Not Drivin' These Wheels Lyrics - Nanci Griffith

Boston to Southshore in the back of the bus 

It's the last winter storm of the season and such 

And I am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap 

The snow makes me drowsy, while the dreams roll and tumble 

And it's a long way to Texas, it's a long way back home 

It's a three hour flight on the plane when I go 

Away from this snow from Boston to Southshore where the 

Dreams roll and tumble, and bring the prose to the wheel 

Bring the prose to the wheel, I'm not drivin' these wheels 

I'm not drivin' these wheels 

Bring the prose to the wheel, I'm not drivin' these wheels 

I'm not drivin' these wheels 

That face in the window, it's one I should know 

But it's never been haloed by New England snow 

And the child 'cross the isle is sleepin' away 

While the soldier behind me lets his dreams roll and tumble my way 

Bring the prose to the wheel, I'm not drivin' these wheels 

I'm not drivin' these wheels 

Bring the prose to the wheel, I'm not drivin' these wheels 

I'm not drivin' these wheels, today 

This cradle of the interstate makes me weary of dreams 

The hurt they cause is now, restless, it seems 

Oh soldier, dear soldier, ya keep your dreams to yourself 

My hearts rolled and tumbled 'till I've put it on the shelf 

Bring the prose to the wheel, I'm not drivin' these wheels 

I'm not drivin' these wheels 

Bring the prose to the wheel, I'm not drivin' these wheels 

I'm not drivin' these wheels, today 

Boston to Southshore in the back of the bus 

It's the last winter storm of the season and such 

And I am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap 

The snow makes me drowsy, while the dreams roll and tumble