hand me some wheels

allow me to burn my ribbons in the cellar
give me some money and my hat
my coat i've been wearing all the time
i'm ready to go and each minute i hear my chime

all the weeks and months and years 
i walked and stalked on my own
you gave me nothing at once
'til i for a while lost my touch
and now my time has come
hand me some wheels
hand me some wheels that i can drive on my own

never lost my sent for some familiary things
but i guess i could do so if you gave me no more chance
there has nothing gone wrong not in politics, sports, or physics
i will just some day become an artist

allow me to burn my ribbons in the cellar
give me some money and my hat
my coat i've been wearing all the time
hand me some wheels
hand me some wheels
hand me some wheels that i can drive on my own

(c) clark nova 2002