Ender to an eve reaches down a hand

Can't remember when we last lost ourselves

Take off, gonna get ours

Anything goes as long as joy's the plan

Every now and then, more than that admit

Take it off, writ in the sky

Anyways, I would give you all I have

And it's one more tip with a feathered cap

One more trip to the habitat

One more whip of a cheeky slap

One more dip in the natural sap

That's that

It's a wheel, it's a wheel

It's a wheel, it's a wheel

It's a wheel, it's a wheel

It's a wheel, it's a wheel