something tells it not to - robert francis,the night tide lyrics

wheels on cement
shadows slope down
i come from a city not far from this town
with only the road as a vision
the moon over susanville prison
the wind is a kettle
my heart a drum

the heart’s gotta wander just to know where it’s from
when i met him at the junction
where two rivers met a lake
you can’t bite the hand that feeds you
if he don’t wanna shake
i’m going down
i’m going down
i’m going down
i’m going down