Rob CantorOld Bike

Old bike, rode it my whole life Wonder if I might beat that old bike to the grave Moon bright, gliding down hillsides Haze off a porch light flickers and catches my gaze On my bicycle, rolling along On my bicycle, singing my song On my bicycle ride, hoping you'll come along Warm night, riding my soul bike Doesn't quite roll right but it gets me where I need to be There is no guide, life is a slow ride If you got a old bike come ride around here with me On our bicycles, hands in the air On our bicycles, driving with care On our bicycle ride Everyone's at it alone sometimes But it's better to have a companion ride Everyone's saturday night goes wrong sometimes Along the ride Busted and rickety olden bike Busted and missing a bolt or five Holding together as long as I'm alive Along the ride Ladies and gentlemen I despise Leave em alone as I drive on by Never imagined it quite so divine to glide Along the ride © 2018