Traveling Car

Wherever I go
I spit and grumble and screech
I am hot and I sweat, I sweat, I sweat
I don't slow down easy
And my sides are shattered, are shattered, are shattered
I haven't been used in a while
But when I am, I am, I am
We go yonder
To beautiful places
The ground I roll on
Is black and silky smooth, silky smooth, silky smooth
I enjoy where I go
The cool mist splashes upon my face, my face, my face
I may be old and worn
And my insides are searing, searing, searing
My feet may be blistered and torn
And I sometimes don't see where I am going
But better places lay yonder, and yonder, and yonder
When I travel
And the roads may occasionally hurt my feet
But the distance I travel, I travel, I travel
Is greatly rewarded
And we are changing, changing, changing. . .

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