Tác giả : John Mellencamp
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
This land today, shall draw its last breath 
And take into its ancient depths 
This frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self 
While i, with human-hindered eyes 
Unequal to the sweeping curve of life 
Stand on this single print of time 
 
Chorus: 
Human wheels spin round and round 
While the clock keeps the pace 
Human wheels spin round and round 
Help the light to my face 
 
That time, today, no triumph gains 
At this short success of age 
This pale reflection of its brave and 
Blundering deed 
For i, descend from this vault 
Now dreams beyond my earthly fault 
Knowledge, sure, from the seed 
 
Chorus: 
Human wheels spin round and round 
While the clock keeps the pace 
Human wheels spin round and round 
Help the light to my face 
 
This land, today, my tears shall taste 
And take into its dark embrace 
This love, who in my beating heart endures 
Assured, by every sun that burns 
The dust to which this flesh shall return 
It is the ancient, dreaming dust of god 
 
Chorus: 
Human wheels spin round and round 
While the clock keeps the pace 
Human wheels spin round and round 
Help the light to my face 
Human wheels spin round and round 
While the clock keeps the pace 
Human wheels spin round and round 
Help the light to my face