Broken Bicycles

Broken Bicycles
(Tom Waits)

Broken bicycles
Old busted chains
Rusted handle bars
Out in the rain
Somebody must
Have an orphanage for
These things that nobody
Wants any more
September’s reminding July
Time to be saying good-bye
Summer has gone
Our love will remain
Like old broken bicycles
Left out in the rain

Broken bicycles
Don’t tell my folks
Two hearts like playing cards
Pinned to the spokes
Laid out like skeletons
Out on the lawn
One wheel won’t turn
And the other has gone
The seasons can turn on a dime
Why do I forget every time
These things that you’ve given me
They always will stay
They’re Broken
But I’ll never throw them away