Bicycle

I have a wife and together we live

In a very small room

Yesterday she lost, her car broke down

And now I ride a bicycleYou say, I told you so

You were much too young to get married

But I say, you're way too old

And when did you stop living anyway?As I ride my bike with my safety helmet on

And white tennis shoes

They stare at me but I see through new eyes

Or maybe you just don't rememberThis place that I'm supposed to be

Is not the chair in front of a desk, in front of a mirror