Broken Bicycles

Tom Waits · Other Songs - Tom Waits

Broken bicycles

Old busted chains

With 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

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 turn on a dime

Somehow I forget every time

For all the things that you've given me

Will always stay

Broken, but I'll never throw them away