Yeah
Cruising down the bike lane rattling my bike chains
On a bike frame slowly rusting away
Got it from my father and like him it never knows to quit
But the gears are busted so I never shift over fifth
They better watch it, can't they see I'm riding the wind
Hands off the handlebars my shoes wearing thin
Coasting through a parking lot to hit a spot downtown
I kick off the ground to where I see the sun is going down
Say hello to my neighbors always good to be gracious
What a beautiful day I'm feeling a little flirtatious
A little ambitious but not too tenacious
I'm thinking after lunch I might smell the carnations
On a date with myself seems to be going well
Highs in the 70s got me under a spell
Pink pastel clouds floating in an amber sky
It is summer in the city and I'm just passing by
And I stop
Sometimes I need to be alone
No stress no maps no friends no plans
Just breathe and let everything go
Make it stop
It can be hard to be alone
Forever chasing the keys to open the prison
That follows me wherever I roam
What is home
Idle in the driveway my demo in the stereo
Drumming on the wheel my elbow jutting out the window
My father bought this car on my eighteenth year
To find a job and live it up with a teaching career (ha)
Nothing lasts forever but I never felt better
Drive as far as it takes for days no matter what the weather
Keep my foot off the brakes what else am I going to do
To get through to the part of me that won't say no to you
It's easy to be weary so simple to be strained
But when I'm with you all of my desolation is drained
Thought I was a soliloquy but when you're seated next to me
The royal we is actually pretty poor company
I can't stop
I never want to be alone
The bike's in the garage collecting dust with the junk
Patiently waiting for me to come home
What is home