Da da da da da da da da da doh
Da da da da da da da da doh
Da da da da da da da da da doh
Your bike was blue, mine was too small
We raced until the evening call
Grass in our shoes, dirt in our teeth
No plan, just wind beneath
Handlebars crooked, shoes untied
But we rode like kings with nothing to hide
Da da da da da da da da da doh
The gate still creaks like back then
But no one's lined up to race again
Sunday bikes, backyard dust We rode with
dreams and careless trust
Our helmets cracked but hearts intact
That kind of joy don't come back
Still smell the summer in the rust Sunday bikes and backyard dust
Freedom fits in spokes and shouts
Chain popped off,
we didn't care Skinned our knees and matched the pair
Mom yelled out,
five minutes more We made it ten,
then raced once more
The tire's flat, the paint now pale But memory
rides without fail
Sunday bikes,
backyard
dust We rode like speed was built from trust
No traffic lights,
just dusk and thrill In silence now but moving still