Grease pops hot on the flat top grill
Coffee steams in a chipped cup still
Your bike waits where the attic beams
Morning cuts through dusty seams
Tick tock goes the kitchen clock
Wheels turn slow in the upstairs loft
Time don't move when the chain is locked
But the light don't care it just gets soft
Morning light cuts through the attic glass
Steel ribs glow where the shadows pass
Pedals frozen in a silent yawn
We're just spokes at dawn
Light climbs higher spoke by spoke
Light climbs higher spoke by spoke
Shadows break the chain is broke
Shadows break the chain is broke
Spokes at dawn we ride the light
Spokes at dawn we own the night
Order up two eggs over easy
Regular laughs says you look queasy
He stares at the window where the bike leans
Says that thing's been stuck since nineteen
Morning light cuts through the attic glass
Steel ribs glow where the shadows pass
Pedals frozen in a silent yawn
We're just spokes at dawn
Flipping hash browns hearing stories
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