The Wheel by Edie Brickell
Somewhere there's somebody who looks just like you do. Acts just like you do - feels the same way. Somewhere there's a person in a far away place with a different name and a face that looks like you. Do ya think about who it might be? Do you wonder where you are? In a distant foreign country ridin' 'round in another car where the wheels keep on turning and turning and turning and nothing's disturbing the way they go around. All your thoughts are in another head. Your dreams are sleepin' in a different bed. The force that moves you is a circular breath of life and death going round and round and round. The wheel keeps on turning and turning and turning and nothing's disturbing the way it goes around. Maybe you ride a different wave. Maybe you catch another ray of the sun that I've just begun to feel. Back and forth and back and forth around again.