Wheelchair Man III

She packed my bags last night pre-ride Zero hour one thirty p.m. And I'm gonna be gone with the wind by then I miss the outside so much I miss my life It's lonely in hospital On such a timeless stay in And I think it's gonna be a long long time Since my wheels roll these streets Till the wheels down brings up to find I'm not the man that you think I am at home Oh no no no I'm wheelchair man Wheelchair man burning up my fuse I'm here alone A minority complex Ain't the kind of phase to raise your kids When depression sets in I can be cold as hell There mom was there to raise them I never did In all my silence They'll never understand It's just my shift four days a week Wheelchair man, wheelchair man Till the wheels down brings up to find I'm not the man that you think I am at home Oh no no no I'm a wheelchair man Wheelchair man burning up my fuse I'm here alone And I think it's gonna Be a long long time