On my mind
Round and round
Like a tire
Stomping ground
How did you get here
I thought me safe
Like a tire turning fast
The road it has its claim
Now what do I do
As you go round and round
Like a tire rattling on
Your name I know the sound
I must think clearly
Of these many thoughts
Like a tire smell brand new
The start is fun but what is not
When my heart remembers what’s true
I will wait and wait
But continue pressing on
Like a tire at a red light
Its purpose is not non