Woorden: Bob Dylan. The Basement Tapes. This Wheel's on Fire.

If your mem'ry serves you well
We were goin' to meet again and wait
So I'm goin' to unpack all my things
And sit before it gets too late

No man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell
And you know that we shall meet again
If your mem'ry serves you well

This wheel's on fire
Rollin' down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode

If your mem'ry serves you well
I was goin' to confiscate your lace
And wrap it up in a sailor's knot
And hide it in your case

If I knew for sure that it was yours
But it was oh, so hard to tell
And you knew that we shall meet again
If your mem'ry serves you well

This wheel's on fire
Rollin' down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode

If your mem'ry serves you well
You'll remember, you're the one
That called on me to call on them
To get you, your favors done

And after ev'ry plan had failed
And there was nothing more to tell
You knew that we should meet again
If your mem'ry served you well

This wheel's on fire
Is rollin' down the road
Best notify my next of kin
That this wheel shall explode