text: Broken bicycles
  Old busted chains
  With rusted handlebars
  Out in the rain
  Somebody must have
  An orphanage for
  All these things that
  Nobody wants any more
  September is reminding July
  Its time to be saying goodbye
  Summer is gone
  But our love will remain
  Like old broken bicycles
  Out in the rain
  Broken bicycles
  Dont tell my folks
  Theres all those playing cards
  Pinned to the spokes
  Laid down like skeletons
  Out on the lawn
  The wheels wont turn
  When the other has gone
  The seasons can turn on a dime
  Somehow I forget every time
  For all the things that
  Youve given me
  Will always stay
  Broken but Ill never throw them away