Broken Bicycles — текст песни (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

Septembers reminding july

Its time to be saying good-bye.



Summer is gone,

Our love will remain.

Like old broken bicycles

Out in the rain.



Broken bicycles,

Dont tell my folks;

Theres all those playing cards

Pinned to the spokes,

Laid down like skeletons

Out on the lawn.

The wheels wont turn

When the other has gone.

The seasons can turn on a dime,

Somehow I forget every time;

For all the things that youve given me

Will always stay

Broken, but Ill never throw them away