I never walk, yet I help you roll, I have no voice, yet I keep control. Through hub and wheel I firmly lie, Letting carts and cars speed by. Silent rod where motion starts What am I that turns the parts?

I’m not a bird, yet I help you fly, No cage, no leash, no asking why. I’m felt when doors are open wide, And rules no longer trap inside.

Three: ride, like, dude, where's mine? Three more: caress, domestic kind Low-down sort, victim to wine

We built this thing We built this thing on rock and roll

A milk amount, add a letter to form a formidable boat.