My White Bicycle - Live

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