Life On The Spokes

I don't even Want to hear the reason Why you won't be there It's enough to know you're not I can't believe the things I do for you My heart is bending I passed through this prism So afraid but still attached Life on the spokes Your position Seem more like conditions Can you force your eyes Towards the truth and stay there Life under the thumb has tolls That tax and waste away the best Can you go through that prison Soul unscathed and heart intact Life on the spokes Watching the clouds mass on Sunday morning Feel your presence in the air Watching the light scrape the empty sidewalks Feeling like my soul's laid bare But I still care I don't even Want to hear the reason Why you won't be there It's enough to know you're not I can't believe the things I do for you My heart is bending I passed through this prism So afraid but still attached Life on the spokes