text: Broken bicycles
  Old busted chains
  Rusted handle bars
  Out in the rain
  Somebody must have an orphanage for
  These things that nobody wants any more
  Septembers reminding July
  Its time to be saying good-bye
  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
  One wheel wont turn
  While thе other has gone
  The sеasons can turn on a dime
  Somehow I forget every time
  These things that youve given me
  They always will stay
  Theyre broken but Ill never throw them away