Always walkin’, smilin’, smirkin’, thinkin’ he knows more about the other guy
Watchin’, learnin’, hopin’, feelin’ sorry for the person who forced you to cry
Mama knows best but does she really know just what’s happening?
What on earth made this kid so frightening?

You’re just a stick in the spoke of my wheel,
You don’t care how the other people feel
And if they should fall
I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t care at all.

Little boy cryin’, hurtin’, wishin’ you hadn’t popped his prize balloon
When he gets bigger, better watch your back because it’s you he’ll tune
Are you mad at the world?
All the people painting favorite colors but it is you who swirled

You’re just a stick in the spoke of my wheel
You don’t care how the other people feel
And if they should fall.
I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t care at all