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