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Bicycle Boy
words and music by Matt Abell
©2004 All rights reserved
 

Bicycle boy, where you going in such a hurry?
I’ve never seen anyone pedal with so much fury
Are you late for dinner, did you make your mother worry
Or are you running from the fate you see?

Hair as black as the keyhole to the cellar
The meaningless grin of a salesman or bank teller
We’ve been there before -- you’re a typical teenage fella
Struggling with his thoughts of mortality

Bicycle boy
Throw down your toys
Bicycle boy
Bye bye

I know he feels there something missin’
But he don’t have time to listen
To a grown up’s dull philosophy today
We cannot be children forever
If we could be we would never
Get a thing done, for we’d always be at play

Slow down, slow down, you’re moving much too fast, kid
Cause someday you’ll rue the day you grew up like I did
Yeah, you’ll find a drug to forget the things you wanted
So gild these golden days before they pass

I followed him to see where he was going
He kept up with me at twenty-five without slowing
But the rush hour traffic had been steadily growing
He did not see the brake lights, nor the glass

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I cut the crowd and found the body bruised and broken
Said, “Forget the med, the boy is dead -- his head’s wide open”
But he proved me wrong and sat up to make his last words spoken
He said, “I hope my bicycle is still okay
My Mom would kill me if she knew I was running away”

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