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
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 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 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 Explain Request ×
Lyrics taken from
/lyrics/p/phish/contact.html
