Moving all around
Screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
the wheels go round
and the sunset creeps past the
Street lamps, chain-link, and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn
(I thought @melisLP was writing lyrics to the wheels on the bus then Barneyās versiĆ³n came to my mindā¦all through the townnnnn
Iāll show my way out of this thread š¶š»āā)
Floats on down the street 'til the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
( no! Not Barney )
When the paperās crumpled up it canāt be perfect again
From the top to the bottom!
Iām in love with this line
Bottom to top I stop
At the core Iāve forgotten
LP always has truthful lyrics, always
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory wonāt escape me!
But why should I care
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core Iāve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts