Lyrical Stylist

My name is Jonas
I'm carrying the wheel

Thanks for all you've shown us
This is how we feel

Come sit next to me
Pour yourself some tea
Just like gran'ma made
when we couldn't find sleep
Things were better then
Once but never again
We've all left the den
Let me tell you 'bout it.

The choo-choo train left right on time
The ticket cost only your mind
The driver said, "Hey man we go all the way!"
Of course we were willing to pay

My name is Weepel
Gotta box full of your toys

Their fresh out of batteries
They're still makin' noise

Tell me what to do
Now the tank is dry
Now this wheel is flat
And you know what else
Guess what I recieved
In the mail today
Words of deep concern
From my little brother

The building's not going as he planned
The foreman has injured his hand
The dozer will not clear a path
The driver swears he learned his math

The workers are going home
The workers are going home
The workers are going home
The workers are going home


- My Name is Jonas
- Weezer


It's another one of those days when you hear a song and the lyrics stick out to you so much, somehow they strike a chord inside, somewhere and somehow you know deep down that the lyrics make sense to you in such a profound way that you really can help but hurt along side the singer.
That's what happened with this song, I could explain what this song meant to me, but before I do that I would rather that you heard it for yourself and drew your own meaning from it.
Also it's one of those songs that you really have to hear the passion the singer sings with, ya know.