I've been thinkin' it over,
So many times they say
You got it made -
They never understand
The answer lies within
Your soul 'cos
No-one knows which side
The coin will fall
Big wheels turnin'
Baby I know,
Big wheels turnin'
Baby I know,
Big whees turnin', turnin'.
Save it for a rainy day
For when the old wind blows
Just to see how they run
- I thought they'd know,
I tried my best
All I could do
But somehow it was not
Enough for you.
Big wheels etc.
I remember the dead of night
A lonely light that shines
Upon the window.
I see it all so clear
The tenderness the silent tears
Out here in the pouring rain
Through could dark waiting days
I see you standing there
I see the big wheels turnin'
Never endin' on and on they go.
I think I'm goin' home,
I think I'm gonna have to start again
It's rather sad,
Because I've looked around
Can't seem to find
Whatever's always rollin'
Through my mind
- Big wheels etc.
I'm crouching beneath my windowsill, watching the echo of photographers flashbulbs startle my confused father's face at the front door of our house courtesy of the live link from the national news station from my muted TV set. I huddle with by 'blanky' and eventually hear the uncertain knock on my bedroom door.
"Millicent Abigail Rogers," he uses my Sunday Name, and joins me under the window; the room illuminated by the odd pop of digital lightning through the curtains. "What is this all about, eh?"
"Oh, Daddy!" I burst into tears, "It was such a silly little thing; I can't think how it ended up like this."
And then I tell him everything. How I just so happened to be at the Royal Institute with some pals, and how we'd gotten a little squiffy with the Christmas free bar, while we waited for Reggie to finish up the paperwork for the next lot of funding for some clever research programme. How a journalist had assumed I was this top notch visiting Russian pyhsicist and, as I'm great at accents, I hadn't bothered putting him right (well, he was awfully pretty, with piercing eyes, like Christian Bale...) and then, all those other clever people coming over and congratulating me on finding some weird 'x axis negative particle thimngamie'. Honestly, it was hardly my fault when I found myself swept up onto the lecture room stage, handed a lovely gold statuette and a huge cheque!
"I would have handed it back, Daddy," I sob into his cardigan, "but, then this woman came marching in and started calling me all sorts of names... I bet that handsome journo won't ever call me."
"Oh, don't be too sure, Sugar; when I was at the door, he said he'd love an exclusive."
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