Perpetual motion machine, it came to me in a dream   Let's catch some air, that's if you dare   I'm only sixteen but you're my queen   It's a bright, bright morning, the road stretches far   The corn on the right, the wheat on the left   There's a hill up ahead, let's catch some air      Perpetual motion machine, I picked up a magazine   Poor aimless, poor aimless, poor aimless me   Aimlessly   Now look at the fireball extinguish the sun   My daddy would perish if only he knew   Hundred and forty, air feeds the fire