Rusted chain and a broken spoke
Heavy air like a charcoal smoke
Zinc roof tiles in a silver row
Watching all of the traffic go
Iron Frame in the Paris blue
Waiting here for a kind of new
Spin the wheel through the open sky
Watch the heavy white clouds go by
Woven basket with a leather strap
Caught inside of a city trap
Cold gray stone and a narrow street
Feeling rhythms of a million feet
Iron Frame in the Paris blue
Waiting here for a kind of new
Spin the wheel through the open sky
Watch the heavy white clouds go by
Copper wires on a wooden wall
Waiting for the autumn fall
Red wine stains on a linen sheet
Summer air making everything sweet
Break the lock and the heavy rust
Leave the city in a cloud of dust
Pedal hard till the road is wide
Take the ghost for a midnight ride
Tangled vines on a terrace rail
Steel skin turning a winter pale
City lights like a distant flare
Cold salt wind in the midnight air
Iron Frame in the Paris blue
Waiting here for a kind of new
Spin the wheel through the open sky
Watch the heavy white clouds go by
Oil drips on the white concrete
Sensing heat from the summer beat
Chrome is dull but the frame is strong
Singing out a metallic song
Iron Frame in the Paris blue
Waiting here for a kind of new
Spin the wheel through the open sky
Watch the heavy white clouds go by
Ride the wind now
Iron Frame
Ride it home