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From Boston to South Shore in the back of the bus
It's the last winter storm of the season and such
I am lost to the fiction of the book on my lap
The snow makes me drowsy, while the dreams roll and tumble

It's a long way to Texas, it's a long way back home
It's a three-hour flight on the plane when I go
Away from this snow from Boston to South Shore
Where the dreams roll and tumble and bring the prose to the wheel

Chorus:
Bring the prose to the wheel
I'm not drivin' these wheels
I'm not drivin' these wheels
Bring the prose to the wheel
I'm not drivin' these wheels,
I'm not drivin' these wheelsºtoday

That face in the window, it's one I should know
But it's never been haloed by New England snow
And the child 'cross the aisle is sleepin' away
While the soldier behind me lets his dreams roll and tumble my way

(Repeat Chorus)

This cradle on the interstate makes me weary of dreams
The hurt that they cause is now restless it seems
Oh soldier, dear soldier, you keep your dreams to yourself
My heart's rolled and tumbled until I've put it on the shelf

(Repeat Chorus)

From Boston to South Shore in the back of the bus
It's the last winter storm of the season and such
I am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap
The snow makes me drowsy, while the dreams roll and tumble