Counting Crows — My Winding Wheel

Well night time let her through Yeah I am talking to you, I wanna see her She's a precious little thing With eyes that dance around without their clothes So buy a pretty dress, wear it out tonight For anyone you think could out do me Or better still, be my winding wheel 'Cause I feel just like a map Without a single place to go of interest And I am further north than south If I could shut my mouth she'd probably like this So buy a pretty dress and wear it out tonight For all the boys you think could out do me Or better still, be my winding wheel Or better still, Be my winding wheel Well the children laugh and sing A song that ushers in her driving rain And I am standing in the station Like some old record waiting on a train So buy a pretty dress, wear it out tonight For anyone you think could out do me Or better still be my winding wheel Be my winding wheel Be my winding wheel