Bright Idea

I've got a bright idea

I'm going out for a bit

I'll ride my bike

To the top of the hill

I've got a bright idea

When you lie about love

You can keep it from yourself

For a year or two, or three

Or the whole way home

When you lie about love

I've got a bright idea

I'm going out for a smoke

I'll catch the wind coming

Down Paterson Plank Road

I got a bright idea

When I lie about love

I keep it all to myself

Nobody move

And nobody gets hurt

But I got blood in my hair

I got a bright idea

I got a bright idea