text: Broken bicycles, old busted chains
  With rusted handle bars, out in the rain
  Somebody must have an orphanage for
  All these things that nobody wants any more
  Septembers 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
  ThereÕs 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