Letra de Beyond the Wheel (Early Version)
Far beyond the road Between your house and home There is a churning storm Of hailing burning bonesTiny baby cries Little, tiny pawn In the profit gain Tiny baby growsMother, who's your man Is he doing what he can To make a proper home, home By overturning other stones, stones Father, mighty man Loves his little boys, boys Shows them how to kill To save his precious stones, stonesFar beyond the wheel Spin your life around By driving flesh and blood Deep into the ground, groundFar beyond the wheel Steers life around By driving flesh and blood Deep into the ground, ground