Wheels
Everybody's talking Whitney, where's Wheels?
You think you know how it feels to fade
Like a flag on a highway, like a flag
No one knew when he was gone
Never talked to anyone
Left an empty flask, no one asked
Sister called the motel to see what he said last
Five years gone by, no time passed
We raised him up, we let him fall
Never really cared at all
What was behind his eyes
Greyer skies
Early evenings in the spring
And the smell the lilies bring
Wheels in the driveway
And away
All I really wanted was you
All I really wanted was you
All I really wanted was you
All I really wanted was you
Autor(es): Charlotte Cornfield
