unbalanced

i'll peddle my bike down the middle
of the road we drive every day
then I'll say what I always say to you
when I say nothing and smile

when I crash into the divider
and I'm laying half dead in my blood
you can imagine i'll be tired
but i'll still say the same nothing again

My bicycle is all mangled now
and my dreams, well they weren't all that good
the river's flowing by in buckets
as evert good river always does

when left to its own devices
when left to flow to the sea
when left to wander this city
and take my body away