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 Crash and burn but everybody's okay and Then you get a 10 speed at the store And they're popping off the curb before you know it Those wheels Countin' down 'til you're 16 So you can finally get your own set 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