Broken Bicycles - Rebekka Bakken

Written by：Tom Waits

Broken bicycles

Old busted chains

Busted handle bars

Out in the rain

Somebody must

Have an orphanage for

All these things that nobody

Wants any more

September's reminding July

It's time to be saying good bye

Summer is gone

But love will remain

Like old broken bicycles

Out in the rain

Broken bicycles

Don't tell my folks

There's all those playing cards

Pinned to the spokes

Laid down like skeletons

Out on the lawn

The wheels won't turn

When the other has gone

The seasons can turn on a dime

Somehow I forget every time

The things that you've given me

The always will stay

The broken but I'll never throw them away

September's reminding July

It's time to be saying good bye

For all the things that you've given me

Will always stay

The broken but I'll never throw them away