I lean against the workshop wall
Watching summer start to fall
Red paint peeling off my frame
Nobody here knows my name
The chain is tight, the tire is thin
Wait for the spinning wheel to spin
Wait for the spinning wheel to spin
Drifting through the overgrown yard
Holding onto memories hard
Spinning circles in the deep grass
Watching all the summer days pass
Ivy climbs up to my seat
Burning asphalt on the street
Wrenches laying in the oil
Roots digging deep in the soil
The chain is tight, the tire is thin
Wait for the spinning wheel to spin
Wait for the spinning wheel to spin
Drifting through the overgrown yard
Holding onto memories hard
Spinning circles in the deep grass
Watching all the summer days pass
Silver spokes catch a yellow light
Holding on until the night
Brake pads rubbing on the rim
Everything is growing dim
Drifting through the overgrown yard
Holding onto memories hard
Spinning circles in the deep grass
Watching all the summer days pass
Bent fenders and a rusted bell
Stories that I cannot tell
Tread marks in the heavy clay
Washing all the grit away
Drifting through the overgrown yard
Holding onto memories hard
Spinning circles in the deep grass
Watching all the summer days pass
Camera lens captures the rust
Turning all the steel to dust
One more frame before I go
Watching how the wild weeds grow
Drifting through the overgrown yard
Holding onto memories hard
Spinning circles in the deep grass
Watching all the summer days pass
Just a ghost on a rusted wheel
Cold blue chrome and heavy steel
Rust and ivy, gold and green
Best shot that I've ever seen