asleep at the wheel

well, you hit me like a flood, leave me like a drop in the ocean

give me four on the floor and six by the dozen

be the life of the party, 'cause everybody's dying to meet you

they say your body is a palace, but your mind is a ghetto

and she said:

"stranger things are happening to me."

I feel like ten men

nine dead and one dying

well, tonight I realized that it only takes a river to rouse her

when every night of the week is decorated in her honour

wrapped around her finger, waiting for the riches to roll in

she's hiding 'round the edges, it's cold in the middle

and she said:

"stranger things are happening to me."

I feel like ten men

nine dead and one dying

I feel like ten men

nine dead and one dying

dying

dying

dying

dying

dying