Eraserheads Flat Tire
We left town to look for
Someone who would listen
To some songs we cook in
Our magic kitchen
Change was forbidden
It wasn't clear
Everyone must sing the same
Old song every year
Like a spell the sound came
Dancing in our heads
Painting pictures as we slept
Our songs were fed
In a music box we kept
Our secret songs
Packed our bags we took the van
And before long
Tide, slips and slides into another
Like a flat tire twisting fate
An innocent chance
In the destiny dance
Take you down the wizard gates
Never speak to strangers
Often I was told
They looked desperately
Harmless I felt bold
Sometime later aligator
We were friends
Shares some stories, tales of worries
Somehow it all blends
Everyone seemed all right
Situation stable
Everyone seemed all right
Never turns out to be quite simple
We had to get back
We packed the wrong bags in the sack
We had to get back
And she tagged along