My White Bicycle

My white bicycle, my white bicycle Riding all around the street Four o'clock and they're all asleep I'm not tired and it's so late Moving fast everything looks great. My white bicycle, my white bicycle See that man, he's all alone Looks so happy but he's far from home Ring my bell, smile at him Better kick over his garbage bin My white bicycle, my white bicycle The rain comes down but I don't care The wind is blowing in my hair Seagulls flying in the air My white bicycle, my white bicycle Policeman shouts but I don't see him They're one thing I don't believe in Find some judge, but it's not leavin' Lift both hands, his head in disgrace Shines no light upon my face Through the darkness, we still speed My white bicycle and me My white bicycle, my white bicycle