Hands on the wheel

At a time when the world seems to be spinnin' hopelessly out of control,
There's deceivers, believers, and all inbetweener's that seem to have no place to go.
I look to the stars, tried all of the bars, and I've nearly gone up in smoke.
And now my hand's on the wheel of something that's real, and I feel like I'm going home.

And in the shade of an oak down by the river sat an old man and a boy.
Setting sails, spinning tails, fishing for whales, with a lady they both enjoy.
Well it's the same damn tune, it's the man in the moon, it's the way that I feel about you.
And with no place to hide, I looked in your eyes, and I found myself in you.

At a time when the world seems to be spinnin' hopelessly out of control,
There's deceivers, believers, and all inbetweener's that seem to have no place to go.
I look to the stars, tried all of the bars, and I've nearly gone up in smoke.
And now my hand's on the wheel of something that's real, and I feel like I'm going home.

It's the same old song, it's right and it's wrong, and living is just somethin' I do.
And with no place to hide, I looked in your eyes, and I found myself in you.