Wheelspin Songtext
von Fiddle and Strum

On a drive past your house, where the suburbs fan out
Contemplating the loss of it all - what was that phone call about
By the light of the stars, and the moon slipping low
Hedgerows clipping the wings as I go - glancing for light on the phone

The fiesta flipped just as the chorus hit, and then took flight
Front wheel still spinning under silver light
Scuffed rubber wild and untethered I pull myself free
Front wheel still spinning, riding the breeze

Rolled the volume up loud, rolled the windows right down
Saw us dancing in courtyards as dusk - heedlessly spinning around
So I called up the Captain, bring us wine, bring us gin
You checked out a long time ago now - why is it I′m stuck within?


The fiesta flipped just as the chorus hit, and took flight
Front wheel still spinning under silver light
Scuffed rubber wild and untethered I pull myself free
Front wheel still spinning, riding the breeze

What could you have possibly wanted to say to me now?
Wasn't it just a right-off anyhow?
The radio blares from the wreckage my ears start to ring
My head grows heavy, my sight grows dim

On a drive past your house, where the suburbs fan out
Wheel spinning in light, wheels riding the breeze
Contemplating the loss of it all - what was that phone call about
Black, scuffed up untethered and wild - you pull yourself free
By the light of the stars, and the moon slipping low
Wheel spinning in light, wheels riding the breeze
Hedgerows clipping the wings as I go - glancin for light on the phone
Black