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 Septembers reminding July Its time to be saying goodbye Summer is gone, but our love will remain Like old broken bicycles out in the rain
Broken bicycles, dont tell my folks ThereÕs all those playing cards pinned to the spokes Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn The wheels wont turn when the other has gone The seasons can turn on a dime Somehow I forget every time For all the things that youve given me will always stay Broken, but Ill never throw them away
