After a genuine act of defiance
You're 29 and you lost your license
That's fine you need to ride your bike more
About a month and you're joining the peace corp
And I'm okay with this downhill strategy
No brakes but many [?]
Right now you're singing the fixed-gear blues
But look me up when you're walking in worn-down shoes
I see what you're doing right there
But you're dreaming if you think that I care
They picked on cause you're so small
Stand on your money and you're 20 feet tall
The gra** is always greener somewhere
And the pavement's always cleaner somewhere
But I'm breathing easy under blue skies
I've got a smile 20 feet wide I will lend you my ear