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