me, I can't control this car
the wheel pulls me along its course
3 year hands cannot hold it tight
wind down many a wicked road
be a wheel to speed
to set it right
big tree and corner say stop
a crash tells my mom just what I am
my dad builds a bonfire to mark the spot
and spits me, turning slowly, in the heat
be a wheel to get away
to turn away
to turn myself around
the wheel pulls me along its course
3 year hands cannot hold it tight
wind down many a wicked road
be a wheel to speed
to set it right
big tree and corner say stop
a crash tells my mom just what I am
my dad builds a bonfire to mark the spot
and spits me, turning slowly, in the heat
be a wheel to get away
to turn away
to turn myself around