Pedaling around
My head's facing down
Watching specs in the road
Whiz by before my eyes
Take a two hour break to watch Nasfaratu
The old German vampire, with the blinds closed
When the credits hit, turn it off
And hit the streets of 4 pm once again
Pedaling around
Humidity's down
No longer curling my hair
So I stop off for a fountain drink
I pretend it's a beer with a citrus after-taste
And I wave hello to a guy I know but he can't recall my name
Even though he once told me I was the most
Talented person that he'd ever met
Pedaling around
My head's facing down
Listening to the tires
On the asphalt below
Wondering just how hot oozing tar would have to be to melt them
If it could would they explode or would the air leak slowly
Just to play it safe, I steer around the small patches of that black
Goopy stuff but I do enjoy a deep inhale as I roll on by
Pedaling around
My head's facing down
Sweaty bangs in my eyes
Half steering, half eating ice cream
Half steering, half eating ice cream
Half steering, half eating ice cream
Half steering, half eating ice cream