A teenage killer pulls a gun,
blood spatters on the plates
Curious stop, the siren screams,
they said it right out loud
Families flee, the restaurant closed,
Cops poke through the garbage,
While unseen steps walk through the
rain to a subway underground
A gun is tossed along the tracks and
the wheel goes one more round
The pretty couple pay the tab and
Flashing lights, they draw a stairway,
He wraps a jacket round her arms,
with a quick eye down her brow
Street at a firm with twenty
Oh, an ambulance was one trip
that could never be for them
He puts his arm around her waist
Spins around, it goes around
A gun is crushed beneath the tracks and
the wheel goes one more round
Charlene hikes a skirt up,
pulls a stocking down her leg
She takes the band out from her hair,
gets up and shuts the shade
A lawyer in her bathroom,
She negotiates with the earth now,
she gave up all the stars
The coolness of his hand exposed
She shows the wind between her legs and
Her other hand can feel the dress,
Twist the cloth of broken dreams and the wheel
At two a .m. it's finished,
She doesn't hear his lame excuse,
I see him getting dressed
Chinatown to get something to eat
Strange women make him nervous,
the first time when they meet
The restaurant wasn't open,
only cops and broken glass
Something evil happened here,
Takes a taxi in the rain,
in the dark he looks around
makes a call and the wheel goes one more round
Spins around, it goes around
Just the cloth of broken dreams and the
wheel goes one more round
The stretcher from the ambulance
drops a body at the morgue
Sunday night, just a few above the floor
They roll into a cold room,
where they write a short report
they didn't have much more
two eyes look in the mir ror
with a voice no one can hear
She pulls the window shades,
With a dead dream of the living,
the wheel goes one more round
It goes around, it spins around
The face with no identity,
and the wheel goes one more round
It goes around, it spins around
With the daydream of the living
The wheel goes round and round