Don’t look too close at my fingers
‘Cause they’re likely to bleed
From all the scratching and biting I do
Every time you leave
This is my first pang of pain
And it’s poetry to me
This is my first summer of cycling
And it’s poetry to me
But who, who will believe me
Yeah who, who will believe me
It’s parked cars and traffic
And I will move passed it now
I’ll catch up to you
We’ll see what these wheels can do
Someday maybe I’ll catch up to you
And someday baby, we’ll do what we wanna do
But who, who will believe me
Yeah who, who will believe me
Yeah the concrete’s harder and I will ride farther than you’ve ever seen
Yeah the concrete’s harder and I will ride further than you’ve ever seen
But who, who will believe me
Yeah who, who will believe me
