I like to rollerskate With the books on tape And my headphones I like to rollerskate With the books on tape And my headphones Sound like a big drone And the parking lot Looks like an open field Oh, to feel This dance on wheels Wilma rested Her only thought was “will the others find me here? I hope not.” Counting out loud Turns the wind into a math equation Rushing by too fast to feel (i like to rollerskate With the books on tape And my headphones Sound like a big drone And the parking lot Looks like an open field Oh, to feel This dance on wheels) Ready or not Silhouettes return Closing in She knew that they were on bikes But she heard them throw them down And clink and twist and turn and then at once A still pile of bikes Now on foot “let's spread out,” one yelled They could go to hell She saw Maybe saul could hear her If she could only get his attention before the others She drew a water buffalo and placed it on his bicycle Like in the art cla** Silence (i like to rollerskate With the books on tape And my headphones Sound like a big drone And the parking lot Looks like an open field Oh, to feel This dance on wheels) This buffalo wears roller skates Wilma the water buffalo Carried water Down to the Port Watched the boats go by Their voices so long scattered Into the night The last dance Doesn't have to be The last dance Doesn't have to be The last dance Doesn't have to be the last The last dance Doesn't have to be The last dance Doesn't have to be The last dance Doesn't have to be the last The last dance Doesn't have to be The last dance Doesn't have to be The last dance Doesn't have to be the last