Broken bicycles, old busted chains Rusted handlebars out in the rain Somebody must have an orphanage for These things that's nobody wants anymore September's reminding July It's time to say goodbye Summer is gone but our love will remain Like old broken bicycles out in the rain Broken bicycles, don't tell my folks Of all these playing cards pinned to the spokes They lay there like skeletons out on the lawn Wheels won't turn when the other half's gone But seasons can't turn on a dime Somehow I forget every time The things you've given me Will always stay They're broken But I'll never throw them away