"Wheels" lyrics

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

[CHORUS:]
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