Wheels Won't Quit at Three A.M.

Lyrics

Three A.M. and the van is humming low
Four of us awake with a thousand miles to go
The drummer's in the back with his boots against the glass
Counting all the mile markers as they pass

The coffee's gone cold but the road is wide
We got the radio up and the windows down inside

The wheels won't quit, the wheels won't quit
We're riding on the edge of the dark and it's lit
By a hundred little stars and a gas-station sign
The wheels won't quit, the wheels won't quit
We'll be singing in the next town by the time the sun climbs

The harmonica's a siren in the empty night air
A truck driver flashes his lights like he's glad we're there
The singer's got his lyrics on a crumpled napkin sheet
Nobody's sleeping and the beat won't leave our feet

The coffee's gone cold but the road is wide
We got the radio up and the windows down inside

The wheels won't quit, the wheels won't quit
We're riding on the edge of the dark and it's lit
By a hundred little stars and a gas-station sign
The wheels won't quit, the wheels won't quit
We'll be singing in the next town by the time the sun climbs

Some say we're running, some say we're lost
But we know the price and we know the cost
Of chasing a sunrise on an open road
With a van full of friends and a heavy load

The wheels won't quit, the wheels won't quit
We're riding on the edge of the dark and it's lit
By a hundred little stars and a gas-station sign
The wheels won't quit, the wheels won't quit
We'll be singing in the next town by the time the sun climbs

The wheels won't quit
Singing in the next town by the time the sun climbs