My White Bicycle

My white bicycle

My white bicycleRiding 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 greatMy white bicycle

My white bicycleSee 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 binMy white bicycle

My white bicycleThe rain comes down but I don't care

The wind is blowing in my hair

Seagulls flying in the airMy white bicyclePoliceman 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 meMy white bicycle

My white bicycleMy white bicycle

My white bicycle