Broken Bicycles

Broken bicycles, Old busted chains, Rusted handle bars Out in the rain. Somebody must Have an orphanage for these things that nobody Wants any more September's reminding July It's time to be saying ... good-bye. Summer is gone, But our love will remain. Like old broken bicycles Left out in the rain. Broken Bicycles, Don't tell my folks; There's all those playing cards Pinned to the spokes, Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn. One wheel won't turn While the other has gone. The seasons can turn on a dime, Somehow I forget every time; These things you've given me They always will stay They're broken... but I'll never throw them away