Street names flashing by us As we cycle in the rain
Kids have taken shelter In ballparks barren
Signal hills too far to make So we fight our duel in style
In these streets a child is born While someone's dying breath expires
What we have's not what you're after And your wish lies unfulfilled
Perhaps he'll grow up with a sword Fight the city on his throne
Just knaft a little wood And carve his name on some
Love
Love
Love
So we cruise our chord of dreams Take notes and puzzle why
Pedals moving freely Yet the chain's rusting fast
Street names flashing by us As we cycle in the rain
Kids have taken shelter In ballparks barren
Signal hills too far to make So we fight our duel in style
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