The Wheel

Four

When the storm clears and the sun shines

We'll see the country beyond the garden

Oh I was dragged here by an angel

Against my weak will the stronger dictate

Now I stand here, I've scaled the mountain

That led from function to forms of glory

And when our hands touched like worlds colliding

A star exploding

Then I knew that the wheel is turning

The wheel is turning

The wheel is turning

The wheel is turning

The wheel is turning

Rust transmuted to gold and silver

By strength of true will

No more resistance

No more resistance

Just perfection

Just perfection

The wheel is turning

The wheel is turning

The wheel is turning

The wheel is turning