Wheels

Always walking through the world, with your arm around my shoulder

Marching through my little imperfections, like a soldier

And the wheels keep turning around

I keep driving while the road's unraveling behind me

The rear view mirror doesn't look so bad when you're beside me [CHORUS:]

Rolling over sticks and stones

Wearing me down, wearing me down you go with me when

I go wherever

I go you're the one

I wanna hang around when

I get older always walking through the world, with your arm around my shoulder