[Verse 1]
Broken bicycles, old busted chains
Rusted handlebars out in the rain
Somebody must have an orphanage for
All these things nobody wants any more
September's reminding July
It's time to be saying goodbye
Summer is gone, but our love still remains
Like old broken bicycles out in the rain

[Verse 2]
Broken bicycles, don't tell my folks
There's all those playing cards pinned to the spokes
Laid out like skeletons out on the lawn
The wheels won't turn when the other half's gone
The seasons can turn on a dime
Somehow I forget every time
All the things that you've given me will always stay
They're broken, but I'll never throw them away