Wheels
Nanci Griffith · Poet In My Window [2002]
To chase his fortune on the wall street plan
He is stranded in Manhattan
But the southeast Texas coast still calls his name
He said come on wheels, give up a ticket
Oh hello thunder, won't you roll him home
Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache
Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun
There is no shelter for the lonely
And the northeast women speak of a different tongue
There are times he cries so loudly
That the southern rain blows north to ease his heart
He said come on wheels, give up a ticket
Oh hello thunder, won't you roll him home
Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache
Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun
Northern harbor take care of my blue boy
Let your city give him warmth for his hands
He will be happy, his heart won't long for
His home on the southeast Texas coast again
He said come on wheels, give up a ticket
Oh hello thunder, won't you roll him home
Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache
Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun
Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache
Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun
Wheels - Nanci Griffith
Nanci Griffith's "Wheels" appears on her 2002 album Poet In My Window, showcasing her signature blend of folk and Americana. The track reflects her lifelong engagement with themes of travel, memory, and the American West, characteristic of her discography spanning from her early work to later releases. Griffith's voice delivers a narrative tone that invites listeners into a contemplative atmosphere, typical of her poetic songwriting style. The recording captures the acoustic textures and lyrical depth that have defined her career, offering a glimpse into her continued exploration of storytelling through music. This song stands as part of her broader body of work, contributing to her reputation as a master of the genre.