He's slowing down this ride that's built for two
Trying to kill the dreams I made for me and you
No one knows where this road will end
The best of times for the both of us, just both of us best friends
As she rolls along with this third wheel
This third wheel keeps me turning
(Down on your street in my poor head)
That third wheel, flames are burning
(The bridge to you and my poor bed)
Her call came late one morning, still rings in my head
She dropped the bomb and said: "can we still be friends?"
I guess I know exactly where we stand
Maybe best to give you up and give up on our plans
As she rolls along with that third wheel
This third wheel keeps me turning
(Down on your street in my poor head)
That third wheel, flames are burning
(The bridge to you and my poor bed)
A third wheel keeps me turning
(Down on your street in my poor head)
That third wheel, flames are burning
(The bridge to you and my poor bed)
The third wheel keeps me turning
Third wheel (Down on your street)
Flames are burning (in my poor head)
That third wheel, keeps me turning, flames are burning
(The bridge to you and my poor bed)
(Third wheel)
Yeaaaah keeps me turning
(Third wheel)
