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