Broken bicycles,
Old busted chains, [bad word] handle bars
Out in the rain.
Somebody must
Have an orphanage for
these things that nobody
Wants any more
September's reminding July
It's time to be saying ... good-bye.

Summer is gone,
But our love will remain.
Like old broken bicycles
Left 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.
One wheel won't turn
While the other has gone.
The seasons can turn on a dime,
Somehow I forget every time;
These things you've given me
They always will stay
They're broken... but I'll never throw them away