| 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 comfort you | |
| With another tale to tell | |
| You know that we shall meet again | |
| If your memory serves you well | |
| 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 | |
| You know that we shall meet again | |
| If your memory serves you well | |
| Wheel's on fire, rolling down the road | |
| Best notify my next of kin this wheel shall explode | |
| If your memory serves you well | |
| Then you'll remember you're the one | |
| You called on them to call on him | |
| To get you your favors done | |
| But after every plan had failed | |
| There was nothing more to tell | |
| You know that we shall meet again | |
| If your memory serves you well | |
| Wheel's on fire, rolling down the road | |
| Best notify my next of kin this wheel shall explode |