Summer Of Cycling lyrics

Don't look too close at my fingers 'cause they're likely to bleed from all the scratching and biting I do, everytime you leave this is my first pang of pain and it's poetry to me this is my first summer of cycling and it's poetry to me but, who who will believe me yeah who, who will believe me it's parked cars and traffic and I will move past it now I'll catch up to you, we'll see what these wheels can do someday, maybe, I'll catch up to you someday, baby, we'll do what we want to do but, who, who will believe me yeah, who, who will believe me yeah the concrete's harder and I will ride farther than you've ever seen