Broken Bicycles/Junk

Broken Bicycles

Broken bicycles, old busted chains

Rusted handlebars, out in the rain

Somebody must have an orphanage for

All these things that nobody wants anymore

September's reminding July

It's time to be saying goodbye

Summer is gone, our love will remain

Like old broken bicycles out in the rain

Junk

Motorcars, handlebars

Bicycles for two

Broken-hearted jubilee

Parachutes, army boots

Sleeping bags for two

Sentimental jamboree

"Buy! Buy!" says the sign in the shop window

"Why? Why?" says the junk in the yard

Broken Bicycles

Broken bicycles, don't tell my folks

'Cos all those playing cards pinned to the spokes

Laid out like skeletons out on the lawn

The wheels won't turn when the other half's gone

Seasons can turn on a dime

Somehow I forget every time

For the things that you've given me

Will always stay

They're broken

But I'll never throw them away