The Wheel by Zoe Wren

I want to live in a house by the river
Where autumn meets summer
And grasshoppers whisper
Growing tomatoes in rows in the garden
And hiding from all that is broken

They’re watching from towers as profits grow higher
Oil in the water
And fuel on the fire
Bleeding us dry in pursuit of more power
That will never be nearly enough

And we work all day just for pennies
Then we throw them all away
Just like we’ve been told
Until we grow old
And we quietly fade to grey

What if we refuse to keep playing
In a game that can never be won
The silent would speak
And the strong become weak
But we roll in the wheel as it turns

You can’t fight a shadow from ships or from trenches
So we’ll run under stars
And jump over fences
And dig up potatoes to bring to the neighbours
And maybe that’s somehow enough

And we work all day just for pennies
Then we throw them all away
Just like we’ve been told
Until we grow old
And we quietly fade to grey

What if we refuse to keep playing
In a game that can never be won
The silent would speak
And the strong become weak
But we roll in the wheel as it turns

As it turns
Oh we all roll in the wheel
As it burns
Oh we all roll in the wheel

The silent would speak
And the strong become weak
But we roll in the wheel as it turns
The silent would speak
And the strong become weak
But we roll in the wheel as it turns

A crack in the concrete to let through a primrose
Maybe it’s alright while something that’s green grows

• Acoustic
• Folk
• acoustic
• folk
• folk pop
• singer-songwriter
• London