Tom Waits - Broken Bicycles

Broken bicycles
old busted chains
with rusted handlebars
out in the rain
somebody must have
an orphanage for
all these things that
nobody wants any more

September is 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 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