Curbside on a pile of leaves
Got cruiser bars and seven speeds
I can’t believe what I see
Paul’s bike is free
Stories we heard are a little rough
I really don’t want to know too much
To me he’s just a regular guy
Taking his bike for a ride
Shadows roll over the pavement there’s no replacement for chasing dreams
Old steel can bend and weaken but words aren’t fleeting they flow like seeds
Not very polished but sure-enough
I can see the diamond through the rust
Losing balance then ready to roll
A little bit shaky but in control
Riding like a kid on Schwinn spitfire
A rocket plugged into an amplifier
Then bringing it down saying it straight
Truth can hurt when it resonates
Shadows roll over the pavement there’s no replacement for chasing dreams
Old steel can bend and weaken but words aren’t fleeting they flow like seeds
Freedom is having the nerve and drive
To fall down at times and stay on the ride
Flashy colors not impressed
The free things in life are best
Shadows roll over the pavement there’s no replacement for tasting dreams
Old steel can bend and weaken but words aren’t fleeting they grow like seeds
December Friend 