text: The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  The car is the thing on the road
  That takes you back to your abode
  The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  The car is the thing on the road
  That takes you back to your abode
  The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  Bummed is what you are
  When you go out to your car and it’s been towed
  I woke up one morning in November
  And I realized I love you
  It’s not your headlights in front
  Your tailpipe or the skylight above you
  It’s the way you cling to the road
  When the wind tries to shove you
  I’d never go driving away
  And come back home without you
  The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  The car is the thing on the road
  That takes you back to your abode
  The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  The tires are the things on your car
  That make contact with the road
  The car is the thing on the road
  That takes you back to your abode