Burns Like a Wheel Neal Morse

[Judah]
Then he told another dream
We were out in fields of wheat and rye
Under a golden sky

We gathered sheaves down by the mill
Ours were great but yours were greater still
Brother, it's your dream against my will

[Joseph]
You got smaller and I grew great
And you couldn't defend how you feel
I got taller while you stayed the same
And your jealousy burns like a wheel
I understand how you feel
But for me, it's a pretty good deal

[Reuben]
Brother you better stop this dream
What are you, just barely seventeen?
And you'll become our king?

[Joseph]
Yes, you get smaller and I grow great
And you cannot defend how you feel
While I get taller, you stay the same
And your jealousy burns like a wheel