I run around town, around round the round
With the pedal to the met, the pedal to whatever
I run around round, around round the town
With the pedal to the met, the pedal to whatever
(repeat)
Shooting round the city bends I hear the conversation in my head.
Thinking of the place to be, I sing a little melody instead
I won’t argue with myself, today my legs are gettin some hell
My mother tells me I should stop go and get a real job
That can’t be the way that I roll
Everybody’s growing up, having kids and paying rent
And I’m getting count of it all.
I’m gonna ride my bike until I get home.
I’m gonna ride my bike until I get home.
I’m gonna ride my bike until I get home.
Gonna ride my bike until I get home.
Mark