Noirsville Tune of the Week

Tom Waits 

 Broken Bicycles

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

Left 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 the other has gone.

The seasons can turn on a dime,

Somehow I forget every time;

These things you've given me

They always will stay

They're broken... but I'll never throw them away