Perpetual motion machine, it came to me in a dream
Let's catch some air, that's if you dare
I'm only sixteen but you're my queen

It's a bright, bright morning, the road stretches far
The corn on the right, the wheat on the left
There's a hill up ahead, let's catch some air


Perpetual motion machine, I picked up a magazine
Poor aimless, poor aimless, poor aimless me

Aimlessly
Now look at the fireball extinguish the sun
My daddy would perish if only he knew

Hundred and forty, air feeds the fire