through central park funny how the ground can find my
 wheels i'm going where the road ain't there and only riding on the path we
made to union square doing like the young folks do
 in west coast towns plowing like a banshee through the overground funny how
the ground can find my wheels i'm going where
 the road won't dare and only riding on the path we made to union square
everybody hit the ground i think i might have missed
my calling everybody turn around the light's about to change you better
stand aside why you wanna walk don't you want to ride
 ride ride ride don't you wanna ride in my survival car we can take the long
way home funny how the ground can find my wheels
 i'm going where the road ain't there and only riding on the
path we made to union square