Lyrics:
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the roadThe car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abodeThe tires are the things on your car that make contact with the roadBummed is what you are when you go out to your car and it's been towedI woke up one morning in November and I realized I love youIt's not your headlights in front, your tailpipe, or the skylight above youIt's the way you cling to the road when the wind tries to shove youI'd never go riding away and come back home without you