Broken Bicycles
Broken bicycles, old busted
chains
With rusted handle
bars, out in the rain
Somebody must have an orphanage for
All these things
that nobody wants any more
September's reminding July
It's time to
be saying goodbye
Summer is gone, but
our love will remain
Like old broken bicycles out in the rain
Broken bicycles, don't
tell my folks
ThereÕs all those
playing cards pinned to the
spokes
Laid down like skeletons
out on the lawn
The wheels won't turn when
the other has gone
The seasons can turn on
a dime
Somehow I forget every
time
For all the
things that you've given me
will always stay
Broken, but I'll never throw them
away