Lyrics

A Modified Wheel – Sean Michael Sullivan ©

On a modified wheel, keep it simple please.

Too much money spent now on pills,
The doctor says you gotta dose to feel,
Time is a measure - but pain is fierce,
And I’m just getting back my time.

31 days spent chained to a bed,
Who do you call when you’re left for dead.
Mama picked up at 3 a.m.
And brought me back home on time.

On a modified wheel, keep it simple please.

You been staying close to your pill routine,
But the pills you got are for the wrong disease,
Nobody knows what the hell’s goin on,
In each of our own damn minds.

Medicine man become the ghost within,
Splitting time in the past and with present sin,
Keep me along for the path’s growing long,
And I’m starting to fall behind.

On a modified wheel, keep it simple please.

Memories fade but the ghosts remain,
In the town that you hold - and where you were raised,
Who do you know who’s got the ghosts in tow,
And guardin’ them with their lives?

Faces and names oh they all fade to greys,
In the swirls of the colors that you try to paint,
Put it all down to keep the blues and the sound,
in a spectrum of glory and light.

On a modified wheel, keep it simple please.

Medicine man become the ghost within,
Splitting time in the past and with present sin,
Keep me along for the paths growing long,
and I’m starting to fall behind.

On a modified wheel, keep it simple please.
On a modified wheel, keep it simple please.