Alright! It’s a sunny day,

with a breeze on the ground below.

Jingeling on my plain guitar,

a song that I still know.

For now the sun comes up.

Yes it is the talk of town!

But it’s alright to stand your ground,

when the world is upside down.

And you who fold the wheel.

Now is the time for your spokes of steel.

Whoo-ee!

And you that cut the peel.

Now is the time for your spokes of steel.

Whoo-ee!, Whoo-ee!, Whoo-ee!



Alright! It’s a brand new day,

with a call and a point of vieuw .

I’ve got mine right in my hands,

a coat and a pair of shoes.

They say; you gotta face the world,

with every little thing that fits.

Well I say; dont waste your time coz,

you’re just a little part of it.

So you who fold the wheel.

Now is the time for your spokes of steel.

Whoo-ee!

And you that cut the peel.

Now is the time for your spokes of steel.

Whoo-ee!, Whoo-ee!, Whoo-ee!



Alright! I need another day.

Some days the train never goes.

When I am stuck inside a dream,

from my head unto my toes.

I dreamed I had pick up truck,

and all guns were loaded in.

I drove myself into the bib blue sea,

and faced the water from within.

So you who fold the wheel.

Now is the time for your spokes of steel.

Whoo-ee!

And you that cut the peel.

Now is the time for your spokes of steel.

Whoo-ee!, Whoo-ee!, Whoo-ee!



Alright! It is a perfect day,

for a dance and a bottle of beer.

We don’t criticize a song,

that is written without a tear.

And all that’s been, is past.

It could be never seen again

It’s a day for changing plans coz,

memories will change a man.

So you who fold the wheel.

Now is the time for your spokes of steel.

Whoo-ee!

And you that cut the peel.

Now is the time for your spokes of steel.

Whoo-ee!, Whoo-ee!, Whoo-ee!






© Tangarine