THIS WHEEL'S ON FIRE 
(Bob Dylan)
Julie Driscoll


If your memory serves you well, 
We were going to meet again and wait, 
So I'm going to unpack all my things 
And sit before it gets too late. 
No man alive will come to you 
With another tale to tell, 
But you know that we shall meet again 
If your memory serves you well. 
This wheel's on fire, 
Rolling down the road, 
Best notify my next of kin, 
This wheel shall explode! 

If your memory serves you well, 
I was going 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. 
But you knew that we would meet again, 
If your memory serves you well. 
This wheel's on fire, 
Rolling down the road, 
Best notify my next of kin, 
This wheel shall explode! 

If your memory serves you well, 
You'll remember you're the one 
That called on me to call on them 
To get you your favours done. 
And after every plan had failed 
And there was nothing more to tell, 
You knew that we would meet again, 
If your memory served you well. 
This wheel's on fire, 
Rolling down the road, 
Best notify my next of kin, 
This wheel shall explode!