In a wooden boat in the shipping lanes with the freighters towering over me
I can hear the jets flying overhead making lines across the darkening sky
And when the sun is going down I can take a taxi into town
And the waiter at the restaurant sets a table just for one

Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round, spinning round
Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round and round

So I had a plane to take me to a place so far away from you
Eventually we began to see that we could [bad word] free
And I could get away from you and you could get away from me
And we could live each separately in our city in the sun

Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round, spinning round
Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round and round

In a seedy karaoke bar by the banks of the mighty [bad word] Is a Japanese man in a business suit singing Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
And the muscular cyborg German dudes dance with y French Canadians
While the overweight Americans wear their patriotic jumpsuits

Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round, spinning round
Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round and round

Spinning round
Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round, spinning round
I don't know
Why you say you are not in love with me?