Little short hands, little bare feet, pushing the stroller down.

down a little town street and you're rolling you gotta keep rolling on

playing with ribbons, playing with dolls, walking the baby while mama cries.

calls and you're rolling you gotta keep rolling on

We'll

Little toy wheels rolling along.

With your face in the wind

Wheels perfectly round

Down to the ground and up again

Smooth as a rocket, shiny as sin, racing up mountains and down again, and you're rolling.

you gotta keep rolling on feet on the pedals hands on the bars

Jumping the curbs and dodging the cars as you're rolling.

wheels.

Wonderful wheels racing along

with your back to the wind wheels

It's easy to see When you have wheels, you know how it feels to be free

Manicured fingers and diamond rings.

The engine hums as the radio sings and you're rolling.

You gotta keep rolling on Cadillac nights, convertible stars Laughing at life from the backs of cars And you're rolling

You gotta keep rolling on Wheels, powerful wheels

Staring along with your heart in the wind

Wheels, it's easy to see.

When you have wheels, you know how it feels to be free

And it's a restless heart gets torn apart by highways and regrets.

And life in silhouette

And it's the little things that take your wings and turn them into stone.

Your dreams are all you own.

You're lost, you're alone.

But you're free.

Worn out fingers, wounded hands Push in a cart full of old tin cans And you're rollin'

Keep rolling on.

Sleeping in alleys, standing in lines, a small aberration in life's design as you're rolling.

You gotta keep rolling on Wheels, rusty old wheels Rolling along

With your mind in the wind.

Wheels imperfectly round.

Down to the ground and up again.

Wheels, wonderful wheels

Rolling along with your life in the wind.

Wheels, it's easy to see.

When you have wheels, you know how it feels

Feels to be free