Spinning gears in the dark light
The camera lens catches the rain
The cart is heavy and white
Waiting for the world to explain
I saw the people rush and run
With plastic bags within their grasp
I felt the cold wind in the face
The only home I ever knew
My wheels spin in the gray rain
The handle grips inside my hand
We return to where we began
I'm finally safe again
The bus drove past with a loud horn
I saw the tires on the street
I didn't care and didn't mourn
The things I left behind my seat
My wheels spin in the gray rain
The handle grips inside my hand
We return to where we began
I'm finally safe again
The metal gets wet and it shines
I feel the water on my frame
The raindrops wash away the grime
Before I reach my home again
My wheels spin in the gray rain
The handle grips inside my hand
We return to where we began
I'm finally safe again
The yellow lines are blurry now
I hear the click of plastic locks
I bow my head and bow low
I'm finally stopping for the shocks
I catch my breath inside my frame
I wait for the empty space
I know the story to name
I won't be stolen from this place
The handle is the only guide
I push against the slippery street
I don't run and I don't hide
I just roll to my retreat
My wheels spin in the gray rain
The handle grips inside my hand
We return to where we began
I'm finally safe again
MY wheels spin in the gray rain
The handle grips inside my hand
WE return to where we began
I AM finally safe again
Stopped.
Home.
Safe.
