Broken Bicycles
Broken bicycles, old busted chains
Rusted handlebars, out in the rain
Somebody must have an orphanage for
All these things that nobody wants anymore
September's reminding July
It's time to be saying goodbye
Summer is gone, our love will remain
Like old broken bicycles out in the rain
Junk
Motorcars, handlebars
Bicycles for two
Broken-hearted jubilee
Parachutes, army boots
Sleeping bags for two
Sentimental jamboree
"Buy! Buy!" says the sign in the shop window
"Why? Why?" says the junk in the yard
Broken Bicycles
Broken bicycles, don't tell my folks
'Cos all those playing cards pinned to the spokes
Laid out like skeletons out on the lawn
The wheels won't turn when the other half's gone
Seasons can turn on a dime
Somehow I forget every time
For the things that you've given me
Will always stay
They're broken
But I'll never throw them away