Now I feel I must fix this
I just feel there’s no other place I’d rather be Now I feel I must call you
I just feel there’s no other thing I rather do And the wheels, and the wheels
And the wheels, and the wheels
And the wheels, and the wheels
and the wheels keep on rolling like they’ll never stop
oooohhh oooohh
Do you know how I want it You should know how intensely I will fight for it and the sun it might burn it and the wind it might blow it into small pieces
But i feel, but i feel
But i feel, but i feel
But i feel, but i feel there’s no other thing I rather do oooohhh oooohh
You know the romans are over the greeks are powder
Nothing is forever but my faith…
But i feel, but i feel
But i feel, but i feel
But i feel, but i feel there’s no other thing I rather do oooohhh oooohh