Текст Steve Moakler – Wheels

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

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

‘Cause 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

Burnin’ out in the driveway
‘Cause you’re angry as hell
Cryin’ just for a little
Hoping nobody can tell
You wanna go back
And try to slow ’em down
But it all keeps spinning round and round like wheels

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 nothin’ can stop these wheels

Mhm
Life’s just a set of wheels