I Count the Ways

I count the ways

To disappear

No one else can trace my tracks

Around here

I ride my bike

Late at night

And all the can be seen is

Flickering lights

The air is warm

And the weight is off my mind

When feeling traps make like a river and just go

It's never black and bleak unless I say it's so

I shift the gears on the go

I have total control

I can't be haunted if I never see a ghost

I turn then right

And meet halfway

And we watch enemies crawl

So confidently

I've got their backs

And they've got mine

We're a formidable gang

Without the crime

The mood is high

And the speed picks up downhill

When feeling traps make like a river and just go

It's never black and bleak unless I say it's so

I shift the gears on the go

I have total control

I can't be haunted if I never see a ghost

I count the ways

To disappear (on the ride)

No one else can trace my tracks

(On the ride, on the ride, on the ride)

I count the ways

(On the ride, on the ride)

No one else can trace my tracks

On the ride

When feeling traps make like a river and just go

It's never black and bleak unless I say it's so

Out to Golden Gate Park

Then to Ocean Beach

Then to Western Addition

Down to the Mission

Wind's a whispering sound

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)