A Riddle - Tamas Wells
Composed by：Tamas Wells
Told myself it was a riddle
That way I felt knot in the middle
Caravan East and a rattling tire
Hurt my hand in those stinging nettles
We could not find where you put the kettle
Frozen leaves stuck to the metal and wire
When it burns on my feet and the window's down
When it burns on the seat and we lie on the ground
And say
Car that we bought from my brother
He sold it when he yelled at our mother
I'll be selling it for another when I'm done
Told myself it was a riddle
That way I felt knot in the middle
Caravan East and a rattling tire
When it burns on my feet and the window's down
When it burns on the seat and we lie on the ground
And say
