Old Bike

Old bike, rode it my whole life

Wonder if I might beat that old bike to the grave

Moon bright, gliding down hillsides

Haze off a porch light flickers and catches my gaze

On my bicycle, rolling along

On my bicycle, singing my song

On my bicycle ride, hoping you'll come along

Warm night, riding my soul bike

Doesn't quite roll right but it gets me where I need to be

There is no guide, life is a slow ride

If you got a old bike come ride around here with me

On our bicycles, hands in the air

On our bicycles, driving with care

On our bicycle ride

Everyone's at it alone sometimes

But it's better to have a companion ride

Everyone's saturday night goes wrong sometimes

Along the ride

Busted and rickety olden bike

Busted and missing a bolt or five

Holding together as long as I'm alive

Along the ride

Ladies and gentlemen I despise

Leave em alone as I drive on by

Never imagined it quite so divine to glide

Along the ride