The Stick Are Woven In The Spokes Again

<br>Yesterday I broke my favorite chair. <br>It cracked as I was sitting there, <br>and on my way to work, I fell asleep. <br>That girl reminded me <br>Of another girl I used to see, <br>and her ghost continued haunting me <br>all day long. <br><br>You won`t recognize the sound my engine makes, <br>the balding tires, the squeaky brakes, <br>but everybody makes mistakes, I guess. <br>That girl reminded me <br>of another girl I used to see, <br>and her ghost continued haunting me <br>all day long <br><br>And I just want to laugh, <br>but it`s just going to hurt. <br><br>`Cause I can`t fix what I don`t know I broke, <br>just laugh and tell another joke, <br>the sticks are woven in the spokes again. <br>I can`t fix what I don`t know I broke, <br>just laugh and tell another joke, <br>the sticks are woven in the spokes again. <br><br>I came home to find my neighbors gone, <br>I found my teenage car parked on the lawn <br>and thought of all the ways that things have changed. <br>So, it`s true I`d never challenge you, <br>why do you always challenge me? <br>I don`t get paid to sing what everyone is thinking. <br><br>And I just wanna laugh, <br>but it`s just gonna hurt. <br><br>`Cause I can`t fix what I don`t know I broke, <br>just laugh and tell another joke, <br>the sticks are woven in the spokes again. <br>I can`t fix what I don`t know I broke, <br>just laugh and tell another joke, <br>the sticks are woven in the spokes again.