Broken bicycles
Old busted chains
Rusted handle bars
Out in the rain

Somebody must have an orphanage for
These things that nobody wants any more
September's reminding July
It's time to be saying good-bye

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
One wheel won't turn
While thе other has gone

The sеasons can turn on a dime
Somehow I forget every time
These things that you've given me
They always will stay
They're broken but I'll never throw them away