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