Smokes, knocks, and rust
I think these wheels, have spun, enough
Warn, tanned, and dust
Done, but never junk
And you were with me
You were with me
Miles and miles of therapy
The only cure for me
Spent, run, and beat
You gave your all
But now you're fatigued
Warn, tanned, and dust
Done, but never really done
Home for thoughts and screams
Laughs and cries and needs
Miles and miles of therapy
The only cure for me
And you were with me
You were with me
Miles and miles of therapy
The only cure for me