Wheels

Always walking through the world, with your arm around my shoulder
Marching through my little imperfections, like a soldier
And the wheels keep turning around
I keep driving while the road’s unraveling behind me
The rear view mirror doesn’t look so bad when you’re beside me

Rolling over sticks and stones
Wearing me down, wearing me down
You go with me when I go wherever I go

You’re the one I wanna hang around when I get older
Always walking through the world with your arm around my shoulder