Bicycle - Hey Ocean!, Ashleigh Ball

Oh pedaling is hard, move fast as I can go

The basket of my bicycle is hangin' low

It’s filled with things that I am bringing to your house

You said some strange things on the phone

I wanna know what they’re about

When I get there you are done

Your things in boxes on your lawn

And all the books you ever read, are stacked upon your steps

Instead of in your room and all your shoes

Are strung out on your neighbor’s fence

Among all this I find a note addressed to me, it says:

«I'm leaving this place;

not by choice it’s my fate

I don’t wanna hurt you, not tryin' to desert you

Some people just weren’t cut out for this race.»

Get back on my bicycle, I’m moving slow

Never thought I’d realize the type of things I’ve come to know

Some people just weren’t cut out for this type of life

To end up like their fathers with a house, a dog, two kids, a wife

The pressures of society are bound to get to you

I guess I’ll have to let him go

Oh I guess I’ll cut him loose

Ooohhh