Bycicle 歌詞

Oh pedaling is hard, move fast as I can go, The basket of my bicycle is hangin' low, It's filled with things that I am bringing to your house. You said some strange things on the phone, I wanna know what they're about. When I get there you are done. Your things in boxes on your lawn And all the books you ever read, are stacked upon your steps Instead of in your room and all your shoes Are strung out on your neighbor's fence. Among all this I find a note addressed to me, it says: "I'm leaving this place; not by choice it's my fate. I don't wanna hurt you, not tryin' to desert you Some people just weren't cut out for this race." Get back on my bicycle, I'm moving slow Never thought I'd realize the type of things I've come to know Some people just weren't cut out for this type of life To end up like their fathers with a house, a dog, two kids, a wife. The pressures of society are bound to get to you. I guess I'll have to let him go. Oh I guess I'll cut him loose. Ooohhh...