Track 8 of the album Wildflower Wednesdays · 2020
Ask the Man Behind the Wheel
“A tribute to every driver who has carried us home, with a shout-along middle section.”
folk-pop · cab-song folk-pop · warm singalong · 2:31
Lyrics
He's been driving thirty years through the rain and the sun Seen the brides and the bakers and the lost and the done Every fare has a story and he keeps them all Like coins in the dashboard that rattle and fall So ask the man behind the wheel Where the city hides its heart He'll tell you every corner And he'll tell you where to start Every road has a story Every stranger has a name Ask the man behind the wheel And you'll never ride the same A girl in a gown on her way to a stage A man with a suitcase and a letter to page A mother with a baby who finally slept And the driver turned the radio low and kept So ask the man behind the wheel Where the city hides its heart He'll tell you every corner And he'll tell you where to start Every road has a story Every stranger has a name Ask the man behind the wheel And you'll never ride the same Lights go green and lights go red Somebody's laughing in the back There's a whole wide world in a little car Down every winding track So ask the man behind the wheel Where the city hides its heart He'll tell you every corner And he'll tell you where to start Every road has a story Every stranger has a name Ask the man behind the wheel And you'll never ride the same Drive on, drive on, tell us another one Drive on, drive on, till the morning sun