My White Bicycle

My white bicycle

My white bicycle

Riding all around the street

Four o'clock and they're all asleep

I'm not tired and it's so late

Moving fast everything looks great

My white bicycle

My white bicycle

See that man, he's all alone

Looks so happy but he's far from home

I ring my bell, smile at him

Then I kick over his garbage bin

My white bicycle

My white bicycle

The rain comes down but I don't care

The wind is blowing in my hair

Seagulls flying in the air

My white bicycle

Policeman shouts but I don't see him

They're one thing I don't believe in

To find some charge but it's not leavin'

They lift both hands, his head in disgrace

Shines no light upon my face

Through the darkness, we still speed

My white bicycle and me

My white bicycle

My white bicycle

My white bicycle

My white bicycle