A D G D A D From Boston to Southshore on the back of the bus G D Itʼs the last winter storm of the season and such A D And Iʼm lost to the fiction of the book in my lap G D The snow makes me drowsy while the dreams roll and tumble A D And itʼs a long way to Texas itʼs a long way back home G D and itʼs a three hour flight on the plane when I go A D away from the snow from Boston to Southshore G D Where the dreams roll and tumble and bring the prose to the wheel Chorus: A D Bring the prose to the wheel G Iʼm not drivin these wheels D Iʼm not drivin these wheels A D Bring the prose to the wheel G Iʼm not drivin these wheels D Iʼm not drivin these wheels And that face in the window is one I should know But itʼs never been haloed by New England snow And the child across the aisle is sleeping away While the soldier behind me lets his dreams roll and tumble my way Chorus. A D G D A D G D . . .today This cradle of the interstate so weary of dreams The hurt that they cause us is now restless it seems Oh soldier dear soldier you keep your dreams to yourself My heartʼs rolled and tumbled until I put it on the shelf Chorus.
