Listen to Tom

"Broken bicycles,old busted chains
With rusted handle bars,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 but our 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't turn on a dime
Somehow I forget every time
For all the things you've given me,will always stay
Broken but I'll never throw them away"

Tom Waits~Broken bicycles