The Little Red Wagon

What happened to that little red wagon
that we pushed around the yard?
In the scorching heat,
through the numbing cold
And still we rode in the wagon...

With one to steer
and one to push.
The little Red Wagon
kept our secrets,
and lightened our load.

Wheels never busted
on the little red wagon
that we pushed around the yard,
in a rusted bottom
with faded paint.
Still, we drove in the wagon.

In our little red wagon
we were never alone.
The skies turned gray,
when daylight faded away.
And yet we always knew
the wagon would be there
when the sun rose again.