Lyrics

SPINNING MY WHEELS
(Eric Erickson, James Taylor)

The hinge fell off the gate again
The deer will eat for free
Just tack that on the list of chores
That’s hanging over me
The cardinal builds her nest again
I know just how she feels
Spinning her wheels

I made a vow—I’d take the bike out
Every Summer day
It gathers dust out in the shed
And now it’s Labor Day
No one here can understand
The chagrin my grin conceals
Not spinning my wheels

Regrets are piling up
My time is winding down
I’m feeling so fed up
I’m feeling so beat down

Every night, I haul my gear
Strap on my axe and then
I’m paid good money to play “Fire and Rain”
Again and again and again
While on “The Voice” contestants dream
Of scoring record deals
Me, I’m spinning my wheels

© 2024 Ardith Music (BMI), Country Road Music (ASCAP)

E²—vocals, acoustic guitar, synth bass
Pete Levin—Fender Rhodes
Sam Zucchini—drums, bongos
Matt Nakoa—electric guitar
Cindy Cashdollar—dobro