Ender to an eve
Reaches down a hand
Can't remember when
We last lost ourselves

Take off
Gonna get ours
Anything goes
As long as joy's the plan

Every now and then
More than that admit

Take it off
Writ in the sky
Anyways
I would give you
All I have

And it's one more tip with a feathered cap
One more trip to the habitat
One more whip of a cheeky slap
One more dip in the natural sap
That's that
It's a wheel
It's a wheel
It's a wheel
It's a wheel
It's a wheel
It's a wheel
It's a wheel
It's a wheel