Wagon Without Wheels

Wagon Without Wheels (WWW)

When I go to visit my friends in San Carlos

I feel my heart full of joy

And we love to talk about the things we lived

We did together

Many years ago

There’s a friend who once lived in a wagon

A train wagon without wheels

Without wheels, without wheels 2x

And we’ve spent so many hours listening to Bob Dylan

Like a Rolling Stone without home

In a dark room of the same old wagon

We’ve developed a thousand scenes from rolls of film

Pics of mountains, lakes, falls, and girls

On a train wagon without wheels

Without wheels, without wheels 2x

Without wheels, without wheels 2x

Without wheels, without wheels

Without a home

Like a Rolling Stone