He thinks it's important to take care of his soul.

There can be no resistance, his heart's in control.

Under the wheels, Under his wooden feet,
He's in control and life tastes so sweet.

He tastes the wind on his face
and forgets for the duration of the ride
all the negative feelings that stay bottled
up inside.

He rides the white line free under the sky
alone but by the grace of God
still able to ride.

Not much in life gives him such a thrill
makes his heart satisfied
as does mounting his wheels
and taking a ride.

He thinks it's important to take care
of his soul.

There can be no resistance, his heart's
in control.

Under the wheels, Under his wooden feet,
He's in control and life tastes so sweet.

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