Verse 1
I left a little blood beside the highway,
Left a piece of summer on the ground.
The sirens carried me away that evening,
And the whole world turned without a sound.
I don’t recall the halls or all the faces,
Just a broken moon above my bed.
And a pair of shoes my Shelby gave me,
Gone somewhere along the road I fled.
Chorus
But Monday wheels are rolling home,
Back to the life I’ve always known.
I may be bruised, but I’m not through,
There’s still a road I’m riding to.
Let the lost things find their way,
I’ve got one more song to play.
Monday wheels are rolling home,
And I won’t be rolling home alone.
Verse 2
There were nights the machines kept softly humming,
There were mornings I could barely see.
But every day I felt the world returning,
One small piece of who I used to be.
Now the chair will meet me at my doorway,
And I know that I can handle that.
I’ll drink my coffee by the window,
And thank the Lord for where I’m at.
Chorus
Monday wheels are rolling home,
Back to the life I’ve always known.
I may be bruised, but I’m not through,
There’s still a road I’m riding to.
Let the lost things find their way,
I’ve got one more song to play.
Monday wheels are rolling home,
And I won’t be rolling home alone.
Bridge
Maybe those shoes are in some hallway,
In a paper bag without a name.
Maybe they’re gone like yesterday is,
And looking back won’t change a thing.
Shelby gave me more than leather,
More than laces tied up tight.
She gave me love to keep me walking,
Even when I couldn’t stand upright.
Verse 3
I’ve been carried, cut, and put together,
I’ve been lost inside a morphine dream.
But the man who fell beside that tricycle
Is stronger now than he may seem.
There’s a beach still waiting down in Biloxi,
There’s a hundred years I mean to see.
And when this ankle’s healed and ready,
That Gulf wind will be calling me.
Final Chorus
Monday wheels are rolling home,
Back to the life I’ve always known.
I may be eighty, battered too,
But I’ve still got living left to do.
Let the lost things fade away,
I’ve got one more song to play.
Monday wheels are rolling home—
And, by God, I’m going home.
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