High speed drift on a prairie road
Hot tires sing like a string being bowed
Sudden town rears up then explodes
Fragments resolve into white line code
Whirl on silver wheels
Black earth energy receptor fields
Undulate under a grey cloud shield
We outrun a river color brick red mud
That cleaves apart hills soil rich as blood
Whirl on silver wheels
Highway squeeze in construction steam
Stop caution hard hat yellow insect machines
Silver steel towers stalk rolling land
Toward distant stacks that shout feed on demand
Whirl on silver wheels
Whirl on silver wheels
One hundred miles later the sky has changed
Urban anticipation, we get four lanes
Red orange furnace sphere notches down
Throws up silhouette skyline in brown
Whirl on silver wheels
Sun dogs flare on windshield glass
Sudden swoop skyward iron horse overpass
Pass a man walking like the man in the moon
Walking like his head's full of Irish fiddle tunes
Whirl on silver wheels
The skin around every city looks the same
Miles of flat neon spelling well known names
Used trucks dirty donuts you you're the one
Fat wheeled cars squeal into the sun
Whirl on silver wheels
Radio speakers gargle top forty trash
Muzak soundtrack to slow collapse
Planet engines pulsate in sidereal time
If you listen close you can hear the whine
Whirl on silver wheels
Whirl on silver wheels
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High speed drift on a prairie road
Hot tires sing like a string being bowed
Sudden town rears up then explodes
Fragments resolve into white line code
Whirl on silver wheels
Black earth energy receptor fields
Undulate under a grey cloud shield
We outrun a river color brick red mud
That cleaves apart hills soil rich as blood
Whirl on silver wheels
Highway squeeze in construction steam
Stop caution hard hat yellow insect machines
Silver steel towers stalk rolling land
Toward distant stacks that shout feed on demand
Whirl on silver wheels
Whirl on silver wheels
One hundred miles later the sky has changed
Urban anticipation, we get four lanes
Red orange furnace sphere notches down
Throws up silhouette skyline in brown
Whirl on silver wheels
Sun dogs flare on windshield glass
Sudden swoop skyward iron horse overpass
Pass a man walking like the man in the moon
Walking like his head's full of Irish fiddle tunes
Whirl on silver wheels
The skin around every city looks the same
Miles of flat neon spelling well known names
Used trucks dirty donuts you you're the one
Fat wheeled cars squeal into the sun
Whirl on silver wheels
Radio speakers gargle top forty trash
Muzak soundtrack to slow collapse
Planet engines pulsate in sidereal time
If you listen close you can hear the whine
Whirl on silver wheels
Whirl on silver wheels
Hot tires sing like a string being bowed
Sudden town rears up then explodes
Fragments resolve into white line code
Whirl on silver wheels
Black earth energy receptor fields
Undulate under a grey cloud shield
We outrun a river color brick red mud
That cleaves apart hills soil rich as blood
Whirl on silver wheels
Highway squeeze in construction steam
Stop caution hard hat yellow insect machines
Silver steel towers stalk rolling land
Toward distant stacks that shout feed on demand
Whirl on silver wheels
Whirl on silver wheels
One hundred miles later the sky has changed
Urban anticipation, we get four lanes
Red orange furnace sphere notches down
Throws up silhouette skyline in brown
Whirl on silver wheels
Sun dogs flare on windshield glass
Sudden swoop skyward iron horse overpass
Pass a man walking like the man in the moon
Walking like his head's full of Irish fiddle tunes
Whirl on silver wheels
The skin around every city looks the same
Miles of flat neon spelling well known names
Used trucks dirty donuts you you're the one
Fat wheeled cars squeal into the sun
Whirl on silver wheels
Radio speakers gargle top forty trash
Muzak soundtrack to slow collapse
Planet engines pulsate in sidereal time
If you listen close you can hear the whine
Whirl on silver wheels
Whirl on silver wheels
Writer: Bruce Cockburn
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management