Think I'll go for a ride Take the bike out of the shed Make a fresh start Get out of my head When the head spins There is no joy Put me on the saddle And I'm a little boy A little boy on a mission Like the Tour de France We're like Fred and Ginger When they're doing their dance To the sound of rubber Out on the old bog road Through the gorse and the heather I'm as free as a bird It helps me remember How good it used to be Feeling like a king The bike, the road, and me Think I'll go for a ride Every ride has victories Challenges and trials You hope the skies don't open When home is many miles You think you're just cruising Life is flowing along A fall or a puncture Anything can go wrong
Then you know you're vulnerable At the mercy of the wind With every hill you climb You begin and begin and begin Begin to be a spokesman With the freedom of the road You see the Wicklow Mountains And you know you have to go I think I'll go for a ride Summer evenings on the road The cool breeze in my hair Poetry in motion On two wheels around Kildare There are cycling heroes Each one is my pal They inspire me when I'm pedaling By the river or can*l Some days I'm like Sean Kelly Some days I'm David Byrne Pedaling through Dublin Or Portland Oregon Mic Christopher in dreadlocks Donal Lunny and Olwen Fouere Cycling through the city Waving to them all there