Wheels
Start off pushing you on forward and you don't have a say in where you're going
Wheels
Racing Matchbox on the floor
Crash and burn but everybody's okay and
Then you get a 10 speed at the store
And they're popping off the curb before you know it
Those wheels
Countin' down 'til you're 16
So you can finally get your own set
But they don't slow down
The speed picks up
You start wishing you were young as soon as you grow up
And the farther you roll
The faster they spin
They drive you away and bring you home again
I swear sometimes it feels
Like life's just a set of wheels
Wheels
Roll your suitcase down the hall
Heading home 'cause Mom says he ain't got much more time
Two hands ticking on the wall
Keeping track of days and years and years and time
Like wheels
And now they're spinning in your head
'Bout what you're gonna do with what you've got left