The wind in my ear 
I pedal and push 
Riding my bicycle 

The clouds are too much 
I found the brakes 
Light came down as I rode away 

Tied up my ties 
Tried to look my very best 
Wind off an arm, arms 
Crossed on my chest 

Just what I feared 
A knife or a crutch 
Caught in the spokes and 
Got me all cut up