Turning Wheel

You’re always dreaming of
Being loved and famous,
I admit you’re beautiful
But don’t dream to be a star.
Look at me, oh Baby,
What is there left of me,
I’m just here and sing my songs
And that is all I can do.
You only talk about your wants
You like to dream of Donna Reed,
She is your life and all your aims,
But you’re all that counts.
Girl, I think you are so sweet,
I see what’s become of you,
You’re just like a Turning Wheel,
That’s been pushed around.
There are things much more important
As time goes by they change themselves,
You’ve become not fit to see
Now, I must watch you die.