FLYWHEEL

 

VERSE
There’s something ‘bout ‘gettin’ that rust to spin,
Draggin’ that belt ‘til the engine kicks in.
A black cloud blowin’ out the tailpipe,
Seein’ you smile saying “Damn that’s nice.”

VERSE
This bucket hasn’t run since ‘63,
When my pop let me drive sittin’ on his knee.
He’d push the pedals and I’d steer her ‘round,
Just two guys on the road, tearing up the town.”

CHORUS
This old flywheel, needs to keep turning,
Going somewhere and nowhere as daylight’s burning.
My hands gripped the wheel as we pushed the rods and steel,
Nothing stopping the motion of this old flywheel.

VERSE
Then I was off for a life of my own,
Years flew by, couldn’t make it home.
When I got back, the Chevy’s all he left.
I can’t watch it sit and die, it’s like he always said.

CHORUS
This old flywheel, needs to keep turning,
Going somewhere and nowhere as daylight’s burning.
Come on take the wheel, push the rods and steel,
There’s nothing stopping the motion of this old flywheel – this old flywheel.

BRIDGE
You and me leanin’ in all wrenches and grease,
Reminds me of him and being sixteen.
Never said how he felt, we’d just roll up our sleeves.
But I knew what he meant – you know what I mean?

CHORUS
This old flywheel, needs to keep turning,
Going somewhere and nowhere as daylight’s burning.
Come on, take the wheel, push the rods and steel,
There’s nothing stopping the motion – No, there’s nothing stopping the motion
Of this old flywheel.

 

Songwriter: Linda Schaible

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