His heart left hers a long time ago
His body belongs now to the woman down the road
His wife lies alone in a bed so cold
And he comes home late, if he comes home at all
She asks where he's been, "at the bar"
There'll be a fist through the wall if she asks anymore
And he smells like red wine and he takes like cheating
She holds her breath and goes on believing him
And wonders where he went, that man she first met
From the depths of her heart she says
Save your last words
There's a train coming
Won't you be my rollin wheel
You see I've got all these suitcases to carry
Won't you be my rollin wheel
She bore their first child, little did she know
That her husband was a father to the boy down the road
He left that woman, the years went on by
Three kids now and a promise forever built on a lie
She wonders where he went, that man she first met
From the depths of her heart she says
Save your last words
There's a train coming
Wont you be my rollin wheel
You see I've got all these suitcases to carry
Wont you be my rollin wheel
She asked him to leave, held open the door
He packed his suitcase put a fist through the wall
She didn't care where he was going, she didn't need to know
He made his way back to the woman down the road
Save your last words
There's a train coming
I can be my rollin wheel
You see I've got all these suitcases to carry
I can be my rollin wheel