Not that far along in conversation
tells me all that’s wrong with her situation
Feels like all her needs
have been ignored for centuries

Every man she's had
Every occupation
She's felt so detached and isolated
Looks at me to speak, so I suggest an analogy

Caught on a downward spin
Caught on the outer fringe
Under the dirt side of the wheel
She's on the dirt side of the wheel

Swirls half empty glass in contemplation
Looks at me, at last a confirmation
I'm in disbelief as she
bobs her head to agree

Caught on a downward spin
Caught on the outer fringe
Under the dirt side of the wheel
She's on the dirt side of the wheel

Yes, I feel like the dirt side of the wheel
I feel like the dirt side of the wheel
Yes, I feel like the dirt side of the wheel
I feel like the dirt side, oh yeah

Caught on a downward spin
Caught on the outer rim
Under the dirt side of the wheel
She's on the dirt side of the wheel